This is a song about "Sick my lollipop"

I'll make a beatnik sick with my ill flow

Ok you think a nigga shallow

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

The world we have created makes me sick to my stomach

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

I was a sick kid, seroquel my prescription.

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

My flow so sick i speak spanish flu

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

You just sick of me and my sweet stuff

Cause this nigga done got jealous

Lollipop from a candy shop,

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

You take my shit, flip it around, and now you think you sick?