This is a song about "Frost being a stick"

House hidden, drop tops the sofas match

Bitch, you a stick, am big like a branch.

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Stick a wolf in a corner and he's bound to bite back

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

Stick around for a little perspective

That means two, between me and you

But ill stick on you like a tattoo

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

With a stick of freshly lit dynamite.

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

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

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

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

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

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick