This is a song about "Sick of it"

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Kinda getting sick of this technology it owes me an apology

The final war of the whack and sick

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick

It will kill me some day, i'm sick of them messing with me,

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

I'm sick and tired of folks tellin' me to open it up,

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I need to strike it rich, i'm sick of seeing ruined human lives,

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience