This is a song about "You make me sick"

Doesnt make me sick,nothing like pac or big

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

Sick coughs you got to burn me off like black ticks

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Everytime you make me fall,

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

I'mma make it rain trick

Jealous bitches make sick

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

I'll make you hurl i'm sick and higher than a squirrel would sit

Of course a lame gone make you sick

I never crack i got that chap stick

Bars coming out fearless, i'll make you sick with this illness

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was