This is a song about "Rick morty nle choppa"

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

Im ravishing like rick, ruder than rudy ray moore,

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

And i spit sick shit so quick like slick rick

Someone better let rick james out

And tell me why would we just think about

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I choppa yo ass down you was bodied on , had my bitch empty that clip

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

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

I let that choppa intersect ya

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

And i been all around the world

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

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