This is a song about "Big dick rick"

Cuz i feel what you go through, i don't have a big dick but balls are statues,

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

I'm a new soul, i came to this strange world

Not to mention rick ross

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Patching their mistakes like slick rick

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

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

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

Superfly, opposite of basic

And i spit sick shit so quick like slick rick

He's angry, maybe cause he wants a dick in his big lips

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

I'll explain what a pain this life with a big dick is: