This is a song about "The sickest freshest"

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

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

The sickest rhymes on display, you know i got class

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

I slay the sickest of foes, spittin' this flow, tearin' mics up,

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Unify them, mob through, take over and

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

This battle goes to who spits the sickest shit

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

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

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