This is a song about "Sick of u"

I bet you hear that white music

The final war of the whack and sick

And i'm sick of not sleeping,

And my only fear's a wedding ring

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

I'm sick of living like i'm always guarded

Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys

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

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

People are getting sick and tired of just hearing me sick it,

I love all the inspiration

But im never sick of him

Of course a lame gone make you sick

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick