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

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

Imagining this whole relationship as a game of chess,

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

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

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

I just spit six lines of quick and sick rhymes to pass the time

Kind of practical that this relationship

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Sick of the spitting on riches and bitches and that shit

But im sick of the fighting

And this will be the song that we sing

Fuck it, im leaving

And i'm sick of not sleeping,

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

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid