This is a song about "Sick mc in bfd"

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

Sick of the bait, sick of falling through the gaps in the grate!

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

It's sick the world we live in

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

Cause they prevent letting a large and sick beast in

The mc rappers envy got the people in a frenzy

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

You're in debt with beef your mc career, shelved

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Papa said he was sick of seeing me in the pits

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

But am sick in love and your my medication

I'm sick of all these motherfuckers, keeping me caged in

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion