This is a song about "Big sticks"

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Rapping swift as magic sticks & i ain't even fully woke

When i be speaking they be geekin' like i'm giving bitches dope

Prison prisms, twist the lyrics like licorice sticks, hits 'em,

Never been a nigga more intricate with the wisdom

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Kids in africa eating sticks, while ceos eating caviar

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

But i'm white, quite well off and living out within' the sticks.

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

Pinning and sticks in its ways

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Frozen in dismay, set upon sticks high, bloodied just for show.

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto