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

But he don't rule a thing

And i'm sick of not sleeping,

I'm getting sick of the bullshit,

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

I'm sick of the pace of the human race

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Kinship, relationship, friendship, no discriminating race shit

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

I’m sick and tired of being around this murder and rape,

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

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

You know, our relationship is like that of a dog and a fire hydrant.

Long as i have my p and my 3 meals, smoke the thc, roll mean blunts as big as king kongs wifes cunt