This is a song about "Broom stick"

Killing these niggas off quick

Call that shit my "chic" o stick

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

Go back, reading through your shit rap, you say you jumped the broom

Get off a key like i can’t sing

You need to stick to balling

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

Like a lunatic with a pointy stick/

Stick my middle fingers, what up.

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club

The revolution has arrived

Stick my dick inside yo mind

Stick around for a little perspective

Had i not been exposed to these things

The chap stick has run dry,

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie