This is a song about "Cardboard dicks"

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

They get starved to death, caged and fed only dicks to keep

Either ur a masochist or love being packed with dicks

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Of that trade off, my dicks a plane bout to take off

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

So how about a fair round with no riding of the dicks

Lil prps like 3 digits

Then you gobble teams of dicks

So while you niggas copy cat the cats who made classics

Do i bring discomfert to you're upper middle class starbucks dicks

What you do ain't even called sucking each other's dicks

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

I'm famished, i didn't plan this, this rap hit was manic, but it'll take ten dicks