This is a song about "Rick pitino"

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

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Like a boss, so check off rick ross

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

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

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

I got them saying who dat, who dat? cole world

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

No, man that's grossly fake, like rick ross and drake,

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

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

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Cuz i spit sick shit so quick like slick rick, i dont care what you think,

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest