This is a song about "Sick of love"

Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

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

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

She likes the way it hits her lips

Sick of stressin, wantin to call it quits

On trial for possession of some chronic

The final war of the whack and sick

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

But im sick of the fighting