This is a song about "Frost being a stick"

Pose, click, pose, click

Richie rich, got a candle stick,

Aight santana man...let's do this

Stick around for a little perspective

A defense mechanism, what i thought that i lacked

Stick up weezy wit a thumbtack straight fact,

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

With a stick of freshly lit dynamite.

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Your white and tryna act black , stick to being white i'll stick to firing

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Now i'm free, being a stick up kid is my reality

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

The real cost is being lost heartless frost in my fuckin playscape no escape

Even if i hit you over the head with a brick or stick,

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick