This is a song about "Big sticks"

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

Sherm-sticks, rollin' blunts, smokin' up, and dope is cheap,

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Sendin kanye to the frozen aisle for some fish sticks

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

To something i don't deserve. words hurt more than sticks or stones.

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

And this money handsome, ain't that a panty anthem

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

I spray her with the cum, and that fucking sticks in

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Huh, a metaphor of course

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

Had a dream like martin luther, little bit of hope