This is a song about "Sick of it"

Flapjack, ooh he bring

But im sick of the fighting

I'm sick of the questions, sick of the choice,

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

A pin-prick, it makes me sick

With two chicks, sadistic

Superfly, opposite of basic

 it happens so fast it made me sick,

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

I'm so sick but you fuckers never sick of me

Because seven eight six and i'm sick of it

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Sick leverage, of freestyle rhyme lines