This is a song about "Big dick rick"

Now i'm rich, flowing on the concrete like slick rick

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

She call me big pat and my dick make that ass clap.

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

Someone better let rick james out

On my big dick an' they aint fittin'

Look, they gon' love me for my ambition

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

Sickly my dick is big and weighty which had your sister tortured

Not to mention rick ross

You pull up in parking lots

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

I'm a sick kid, i'll hit quick, swing with my big dick

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Not even like q-tip,big pun or slick rick