This is a song about "I got my tick for the f"

Hopefully he wasn’t sick, i don’t want no tick

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

All around i got these hoes that lust for my pipe

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Checked for my machete yeah i got this opened the door guess what saw shit

Now my dicks got a rash i need you to care for

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

I put the f in unk so i'll be damned if you start walking out

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

I got flows, for rap shows, buddha smoke through my nose,

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

How could i not blow? all i do is drop f-bombs, feel my wrath of attack