This is a song about "Sick of life"

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

The final war of the whack and sick

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Of life and sick and freezing and you just wanna fuckin'...just wanna fuckin'

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

Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

I'm sick of floatin' around the house wondering

Niggas talk with limited service

Fuck rap i'm sick of this!

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

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

Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit