This is a song about "Rick"

If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

And i spit sick shit so quick like slick rick

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

And i like my girls with ambition

Ask, real rick ross he tell you i gets it in

I don't know what you heard about

Someone better let rick james out

I wouldn't drop that much on rick ross or chris rock

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

Word rick, word man you heard, but don't get discouraged girl

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Patching their mistakes like slick rick