This is a song about "The sickest freshest"

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

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

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

In the game killing you with the sickest flows

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

I spit the sickest lyrics, yeah i've got the pinnacle lines,

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

I represent, but still i need the cars, the hoes, the freshest kicks,

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

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

I’m tryna make a difference with the sickest of flows,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose