This is a song about "You think your sick"

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Homie you don't have a girl nor a dick plus your rap made me sick

But did you think about your mom,

This rapping is just a charm

Superfly, opposite of basic

Your fucking attitude makes me sick

Cuz i spit sick shit so quick like slick rick, i dont care what you think,

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

I think you swallow your brain is hollow

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

You think your crew's hard? better guess again,

Laying low and your losing what the fuck do you think

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

And you wish your cells were sick like this

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss