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

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Never wrong at any level

And still being a rebel

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Which one will bring happiness and a fine ass wife,

Blow up and being in a position

What up girl, tell me how you been

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Reigns, of being a husband and a dad.

Twista finna get up on the track

Whack out my cock and stick it in a broad

Give me awards, grammies, and let the crowd applaud