This is a song about "Sick of the sidelines"

We're sick of law enforcement and all the cases they beat,

I'm a motherfucking beast see me in your sleep

Cause he's sick of feeling so low from the ceiling,

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

I'm sick of floatin' around the house wondering

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

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

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

I'm sick of this; i'm not the slickest,

And my grandmother dying

But im sick of the fighting

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

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

I'm getting sick of the bullshit,

Lobsters and shrimp im good