This is a song about "Pogo sticks"

Prison prisms, twist the lyrics like licorice sticks, hits 'em,

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

But i'm white, quite well off and living out within' the sticks.

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

The influences sticks like those needle pricks and squirm,

Life live, might as well, only way to learn

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

I spray her with the cum, and that fucking sticks in

And your hoping that he's focused to stay on the right road

Rapping swift as magic sticks & i ain't even fully woke

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

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

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

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Don't harbour cut throats, blades and sticks with sinnin' intentions