This is a song about "Rick moranis"

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Like a boss, so check off rick ross

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

Im ravishing like rick, ruder than rudy ray moore,

And i spit sick shit so quick like slick rick

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

Not even like q-tip,big pun or slick rick

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Well baby bot there ain't no question

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

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Just like free way rick ross