This is a song about "Sick with my ill flow"

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Lousy with your flow/i demonstrate my honesty,

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

My flow so sick i speak spanish flu

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

My flow is so sick toxic i vomit, ima puppet master pulling strings with no guitar picks

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick

Superfly, opposite of basic

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

So baby don't miss with me cause i'm sick like an ill metaphor

At night water flow to my eyes ill be a thug till i die

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

Ill laugh as i hear you scream and drown of the water of my vast flow

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though