This is a song about "Nigger and dicks"

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Ill cut all five dicks of one direction, give'em an erection and hand'em to a random

Okay then how bout i go mad and say the waord nigger,

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Havent you got some dicks to clean?

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Cdg shit match my kicks

Then i stabbed in their dicks

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

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Triple six for the niggas that's hopping on dicks

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

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

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

I gotta know if it's real or not

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