This is a song about "Nate ricky"

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Lately i'm feeling shitty, there's no confidence in ricky,

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

But here i am, ricky bobby, shake and bake it

Nate, you could never keep up with the raps i kill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

And ricky took it through, the devil is a lie,

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Winner of the tracks, ricky bobby

Cutting me this worthless check

That's what ricky bobby said

I let her decorate the real estate

Me and nate steppin' through heavens gate