This is a song about "The sickest rap ever"

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

Will i ever rap battle anyone?

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,

The club underwater, have em running out the front

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Sicker than the sickest / i inhibit my rigid lyrics

This battle goes to who spits the sickest shit

I just wanna be higher than that

I just want to rap for ever

Ay yo you wonder who i are