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

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

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Richie rich, got a candle stick,

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

But in fact all u needs is a nick and a small flick, just to fall like a broken stick.

Blow up and being in a position

You just working with the scraps you was given

I bring the spice, it's nice, strife and hype, a trife life,

As your family dies, and my family rise

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

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer