This is a song about "Sick raps"

That they make me fucking sick

Small, but you talkin' big

Sick twisted fantasies

Cuz you gon' chase cheese

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

I'll smash tracks and act sick

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

She like when i rap raps

Yo bring it my raps are sick and twisted

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Which rap will make u sick

Pose, click, pose, click

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

I can only construct raps

Your fucking attitude makes me sick

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig