This is a song about "Chef rick"

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

And i spit sick shit so quick like slick rick

Word rick, word man you heard, but don't get discouraged girl

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

Pish posh i suck at rapping pissed off like rick ross,

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

And bring wiz khalifa cause the green look pure

Im ravishing like rick, ruder than rudy ray moore,

Uhh, i woke up and screamed, fuck the world

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

Spit this sick shit, swish it like liquor, slick like i'm spitting rick,

Was thrown into my closet, to make room for the chef.

What the bloodclot, tommy frazier fuck yourself

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

No, man that's grossly fake, like rick ross and drake,