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

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

I'm sick of ya wack crap, talking shit but the fat stacks

The final war of the whack and sick

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

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

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

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

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Money is most of y'all interest

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

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

Papa said he was sick of seeing me in the pits