This is a song about "Kuzim the prick"

The boa know they loving the crew

But only if this prick knew

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

I admit i can be a prick, so what bitch

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Or perhaps you'll be the prick to judge my songs,

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

Sayin you sick quit playin you prick dont nobody care

A pin-prick, it makes me sick

But it seems like a scene outta flick

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

Shit this life gets overwhelming and more then hectic

Make room for the groom married to his music

I'll be doing big you lil prick just make me real sick