This is a song about "Rick flare"

Not to mention rick ross

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

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

The you should look up in the stars

Just like free way rick ross

I think im rick ross cause i swear that ima boss and

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

Patching their mistakes like slick rick

I dropped another classic

He bought me a hoodie, a couple albums

Flare call sendin out like we got some problems

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Like a boss, so check off rick ross

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

I am aware of her fair flare, and that bare skin ready to ensnare