This is a song about "Dicks sporting goods"

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

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

I will use my intricate lyrics to expose their simplest gimmicks

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

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Havent you got some dicks to clean?

Quick masterly thieves purloining precious goods

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours