This is a song about "Frost being a stick"

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

I'm sick of this prick who sucks and fucks a stick

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

Always been just a stick in the ass!

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

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Cause you can't lift more than a stick

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music

I spit rapid fire like a roman candle stick

Look, we gone have some fun tonight

With a stick of freshly lit dynamite.

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing