This is a song about "Out of lick"

Sorry, man, you're out of luck

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

You just might be the lick

Pose, click, pose, click

Blow up on this society

They alll ran out of money.

But when i jizzed she wouldn't lick

Same thing with this music

Face tha lyrical rythm of this lick i'm throwin' a

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

When i get my hands on nines

Until you ran out of rhymes.

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Out of this coviction of feelings

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Ironic, a chicken afraid of cock - her man said "please lick it"