This is a song about "Rick flare"

Like a boss, so check off rick ross

I think found where your mind was

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

Fucked up, hating ass areas in the world

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Now i'm rich, flowing on the concrete like slick rick

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Flare call sendin out like we got some problems

Kiss a dick and lick it little slick rick followers, swallow,

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

I'm the walking dead, hoping that rick grimes lies ahead

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

Someone better let rick james out

Get yours; you know what this about

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

Don't know her name those ain't really important