This is a song about "Lemonade sticks"

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Rapping swift as magic sticks & i ain't even fully woke

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Swap the ram sticks, boot and hope that this is it

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

Frozen in dismay, set upon sticks high, bloodied just for show.

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Are your a guy that sticks to green?

But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons, make lemonade then

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

But i'm white, quite well off and living out within' the sticks.

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics