This is a song about "Sick wubs"

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

This dude dil think his rhymes sick?

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

Your fucking attitude makes me sick

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick

 it happens so fast it made me sick,

I bet you hear that white music

Me, myself, and i were too sick

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

Spine into the digit.. six, he's gone sick,

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

I'm about to spit something so sick

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick