This is a song about "Faggot rick"

Patching their mistakes like slick rick

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

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

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Like a boss, so check off rick ross

It's fixed, shit if the rhythm was sick, i could be slick as the rick,

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

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

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

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

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

Worn by a queen or a faggot

On that red-eyed kush flight

Your a faggot fuckin dyke