This is a song about "Rick johannes"

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Someone better let rick james out

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

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

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

Greenist moncler shit, earth tones in the winter

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Kiss my ass salad tossin,barking, on my rick rossin,

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

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

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

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

Im ravishing like rick, ruder than rudy ray moore,