This is a song about "Sick of life"

Bring the battering ram where you live

Spit quicker with a sick mixture of rhymes

Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick

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

I just shake dice

Of the book of your life

And i'm sick of not sleeping,

Straight g thing, double m g thing

I dropped another classic

The final war of the whack and sick

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit

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

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see