This is a song about "Fuck rick ross"

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Not even like q-tip,big pun or slick rick

Kiss my ass salad tossin,barking, on my rick rossin,

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Lil wayne, kanye west, jay-z , ricky ross,

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

Now i'm rich, flowing on the concrete like slick rick

Im the ross slayer my word is law i shock mayors

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Ross and folarin, couple women

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Word rick, word man you heard, but don't get discouraged girl

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

Ran right in ross, lookin' real prominent

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust