This is a song about "Sick rhymes"

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

Which rap will make you sick

But i dont care i spill my heart on tracks,and for my daughter id give up my last drop of blood

When it comes to these rhymes i'm a lyrical thug i'm so sick i couldn't be cured by a miracle drug

Sick twisted fantasies

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

I'll smash tracks and act sick

I bet you hear that white music

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

Your fucking attitude makes me sick

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

I just spit six lines of quick and sick rhymes to pass the time

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

My sick rhymes got you woozy yo, an automatic oozy flow

Choking on some cinnamon. my sick rhymes are venomous.

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