This is a song about "Dick sporting goods"

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Y'all get confused and call me dick

So drop the slam and let's get sick

And then slid in the stiff dick

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

Its ironic #hypno fell asleep, this was a #dissed #illation- can u beat me still?

From sucking too much dick

To impress a chick

Imma welcome u with my black 12inch dick..

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Workin' in the local blocks, sellin' goods n' sweets, for money for studio time//

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

Want a piece of my dick

Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick