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

Make room for the groom married to his music

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

I'm sick of the noise, sick of the bullshit,

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

But im sick of the fighting

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

I'm sick of floatin' around the house wondering

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Imagining this whole relationship as a game of chess,

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Sick of seeing crime and rape and all this bitter ass violence,