This is a song about "Rick da dick"

You pull up in parking lots

Not to mention rick ross

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

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Like a boss, so check off rick ross

Your ho be on my penis, she check my french, bitch

Da nigga still fucked 'round. yo, hit da kill switch

You messin wit da truth,

Its cold as shit in this booth

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

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

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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