This is a song about "The sickest freshest"

The freshest beats that thump the streets for weeks chief,

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

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

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

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

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

Am i sick ?cause i'm addicted to get spliftedwatch tha stupid ass tricks get lifted

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

I keep goin, showin that i know my flow is sickest and

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

The sickest rhymes on display, you know i got class

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

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