This is a song about "Sick of love"

But im never sick of him

Class is in session

Sick of the bait, sick of falling through the gaps in the grate!

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

I'm getting sick of the bullshit,

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Sick of loving what i used to love theirs more than one purpose for a basin

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

The final war of the whack and sick

You can hear it in my lyrics

Sick of stressin, wantin to call it quits