This is a song about "Rick roos"

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

And i spit sick shit so quick like slick rick

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

I grew up on circuit boys and go-go music

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

Word rick, word man you heard, but don't get discouraged girl

Not to mention rick ross

So she kisses the stars

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

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

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

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

I spit this sick as shit and slick as rick, diss the system,

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them