This is a song about "Frost being a stick and bring retarted"

Her lips and my dick, they stick together like a nutter butter

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

And put my wrist up something similar to a stick up

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Blow up and being in a position

We pray while we prey on competition

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Which one will bring happiness and a fine ass wife,

As i light one for ill will

And still being a rebel

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit