This is a song about "Yeah am rapping so sick"

'i am not guilty, i am innocent'- i heard that it made me sick 'n' insanely pissed

Ive got satan on speed-dial, call that nigga up talkin about slicin open my wrist,

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

But i aint got to be like "ay how sick am i?"

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Rapping is my profession, i am going through a depression

Am that sick on the mike im so lyricly quick

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Ain't get my message, was no signal when i was texting

I'm rapping like this never ending, yet what am i sending?

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

I'm not sick man, i am the contagion

 it happens so fast it made me sick,

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick