This is a song about "Hairy dicks"

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

Ain't riding, dicks so stop, siding, don't swap

You talk about girls when all you've ever seen is dicks

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

I ain't had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide (whoops!)

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Mary was hairy and lucy wants to marry me,

Like two dicks and no chick

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

No, not on top but down there

Turtle dicks comb my hair

But my dicks adorable

As i light one for ill will