This is a song about "Rick flair"

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

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

Not to mention rick ross

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Spit this sick shit, swish it like liquor, slick like i'm spitting rick,

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Like a boss, so check off rick ross

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Pish posh i suck at rapping pissed off like rick ross,

And i spit sick shit so quick like slick rick

So drop the slam and let's get sick

It's fixed, shit if the rhythm was sick, i could be slick as the rick,

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

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