This is a song about "Sick of love"

Vigorously flipping bitches, niggas getting sick of us

I done seen embalming fluid ruin a nigga promise

But am sick in love and your my medication

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Spit quicker with a sick mixture of rhymes

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Im sick and tired of all this corruption

Pose, click, pose, click

Of course a lame gone make you sick

Clutchin’ on this lube and roses

Fuck rap i'm sick of this!

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one