This is a song about "Sick of life"

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

I've been tired but you can tell my life still's sick contagious,

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

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

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit

Sick of stressin, wantin to call it quits

I be giving work to the kids

We living good all of us, we winning, that's obvious

Vigorously flipping bitches, niggas getting sick of us

Of the book of your life

You make a nigga sing songs nice

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit