This is a song about "Your sick"

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i think your sick

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

Sick of your fibs you gna need more bids

Your team knows that this kid holds da sick flow,

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

Oh, sorry did i offend your sick mind?

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

Spit it sick and rip it up, don't need your dang chain,

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

Listenin to your lines make me feel sick

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

And you wish your cells were sick like this