This is a song about "Dicks sporting goods"

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Quick masterly thieves purloining precious goods

Triple six for the niggas that's hopping on dicks

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

You're sporting a polo watch but you aint got no money to pay the tab

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Then i stabbed in their dicks

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

But my dicks adorable

No one notice your struggle

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

Pray to whoever got on the biggest of crucifix

That's like saying one condom fits all different sized dicks.

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids