This is a song about "Foking pricks"

These fuckin' pricks are getting me ticked

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

You tricks and strictly pricks would like a lick, so just kiss a dick,

Kids growing up to be little pricks

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Lil nigger- you think pricks like a gold digger you're told

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

I can't stand battling illiterate silly pricks

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I cant believe you think you could get these pricks

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Hot like a cajun dish not like you lame ass pricks cuz you spit bars

Hoping that nobody don't notice

It was such a bad day when the pricks told us