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

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

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

I'm sick of the pace of the human race

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

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

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

Lemme know when you grow sick of all the bullshit

Sick of the spitting on riches and bitches and that shit

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

With the flick of my wrist syphilis spitting it's sick

I'm sick of seeing crack-addict single moms who bite the meth,

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs