This is a song about "Sickest"

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

The sickest rhymes on display, you know i got class

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

I got the sickest flow, i got your moms seven digits for 1 dollar not a penny mo,

So it leads us to bringin' the sickest rhyme schemes and

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

Sickest flow without an antidote

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

I'm spitting kinds of wicked rhymes, know i've got the sickest lines,

Sicker than the sickest / i inhibit my rigid lyrics

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

This battle goes to who spits the sickest shit

The real muscle in the message of that

I admit it, i ain't the sickest, but i'll pull it together, a human rivet

For a woman it ain't easy trying to raise a manyou always was committed