This is a song about "Styles p iam sicker than syphilis nigga"

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

I spit raw flames/ your bars aint sicker than mines

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

I'm sicker than an aids patient plagued with rabies

Get the big picture im a slick trickster your bars aint sicker than mines

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

I got styles sick as hell, sicker than sickle cell anemia

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

This paper gettin' thicker cause a nigga lyrics sicker

I was the sickest kid more sicker than what was his name? yeah narcotics

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

We're sicker than a student who's piling in special ed,