This is a song about "Rick roll"

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

Always knew where the pot was

Not to mention rick ross

Thats how ya know your on a roll

This shit has got my soul

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

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

It's apart of her goal

Cameras take, credits roll

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

Our vision never changed, we self made

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

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

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