This is a song about "Chef rick"

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Like a boss, so check off rick ross

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Kiss my ass salad tossin,barking, on my rick rossin,

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

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

The you should look up in the stars

Just like free way rick ross

On trial for possession of some chronic

Not even like q-tip,big pun or slick rick

Not to mention rick ross

You pull up in parking lots

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Now i'm rich, flowing on the concrete like slick rick

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big