This is a song about "No sticks"

I need a little room

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

Sherm-sticks, rollin' blunts, smokin' up, and dope is cheap,

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Pinning and sticks in its ways

And pray for better days

No money no talk,no energy no walk

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

Called it an ep, they said i’m tripping

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

No failed romances, no second glances,

Oh its over whole time she knows this

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Ma shit hits u like a hammer n sticks to ur face!,