This is a song about "Sick of the sidelines"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

I'm sick of hearing rappers about the crackin' bottles,

I'm so sick of you, so cut the shit,

You're very attractive, and notice that

But im sick of the fighting

I do the right thing

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

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

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

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Cuz i’m sick of the trash people listen to daily.

Where your whereabouts baby? i care about you lady

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

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