This is a song about "Sick of life"

Hmmm where should i begin

But im never sick of him

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Im sick of this shit why does life have to be so slow

Vigorously flipping bitches, niggas getting sick of us

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

Hurricane clapping, lyricism ain't working

I'm sick of floatin' around the house wondering

Flapjack, ooh he bring

But im sick of the fighting

Sick of stressin, wantin to call it quits

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks