This is a song about "Sick of bitch"

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i think your sick

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

Spit quicker with a sick mixture of rhymes

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

I'm sick of the noise, sick of the bullshit,

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

The final war of the whack and sick

Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit

Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

People are getting sick and tired of just hearing me sick it,