This is a song about "Your sick"

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

Killing instrumentals, sick your mental, infinite potential,

Small, but you talkin' big

your raps are sick like an ill dick

I love you though i'll still fuck

And you sick to your stomach

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

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

2 your litter box fast fact! with this spit so sick

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Ill fuck with your mind make you physicly sick