This is a song about "Sick of life"

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

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Sick leverage, of freestyle rhyme lines

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Im sick and tired of all this corruption

I'm getting sick of the bullshit,

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

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

And if my record never break, i still won’t break my promise

Vigorously flipping bitches, niggas getting sick of us

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

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