This is a song about "Hitting lick"

Nearly hitting those skies

I used to have a nine to five

Stamp no lick her,,tipsy off the liquor,

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

If you don't like me, lick this..

Pocket racked up all big faces

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Yo, this is some funky rhythm hitting composition

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

I'll lick off his top, like a cuban cigar

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

Never hitting delete, technology peak, it's bleak,

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

You just might be the lick