This is a song about "Sick rap"

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

I'm bombing rap, 'bout as sick as a hypochondriac

Pose, click, pose, click

And thats makin me sick

That'll do anything that i please

Sick twisted fantasies

Need rap, to get quick, deed to my sick shit.

See i let my nigga split that

You best pay up i don't rap for free, i'm sick man probably got a bad disease

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Now momma told me be careful who you love

My flows so sick when i rap i need nurses,

My bitches pure thick

Jealous bitches make sick

Me, myself, and i were too sick

Got a sign on my dick