This is a song about "Pogo sticks"

To something i don't deserve. words hurt more than sticks or stones.

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

I was born to do the damn thing

Driving my car to a foreign place

Pinning and sticks in its ways

Wait a minute see what sticks see what falls

And of course, my car's off course

Scrap back to the block cause it be bouncing like a pogo

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Nigga's shit bricks when they see my sticks,

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

Sendin kanye to the frozen aisle for some fish sticks