This is a song about "Nigga dicks"

Tell her we got big dicks, how 'bout him, you, and me

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Like they not gon' stare

You suckin more dicks than that kardashian whore did

After party crib full of broads all naked

Street corners sucking dicks,

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

Ain't riding, dicks so stop, siding, don't swap

I get my cake; i love hip hop

What you do ain't even called sucking each other's dicks

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

Of that trade off, my dicks a plane bout to take off

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

So how about a fair round with no riding of the dicks