This is a song about "Sick of the of friendship"

I'm sick of floatin' around the house wondering

And getting money is the song i sing

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I'm sick of hearing rappers about the crackin' bottles,

I'm sick of this; i'm not the slickest,

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys

I'm sick of the questions, sick of the choice,

The final war of the whack and sick

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

Lemme know when you grow sick of all the bullshit

Ripping the limits of quickness when i'm spitting this sick shit

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Stirring up a crock of it, the opposite of poppin' sick shit,

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket