This is a song about "Sick mc in bfd"

It's sick the world we live in

I know that love it could begin

Waitin' in the fields to pick the cotton, sick and rotten nations,

But i ain't had none in a while i need your aspirations

Assassin mc think quickly before engagin in combat with me

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Cream of the crop, scheming to chop and place an mc in a box

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Sick like a carcinogen, about to barge in again

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

Rising higher than any mc

Lyrically molested by a mc putting you in a dress and

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Gettin sick in rickety stalls. so sick that he falls.