This is a song about "Rick s dumb"

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

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

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

I'm not saying i'm going to change the world

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

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

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

Spit this sick shit, swish it like liquor, slick like i'm spitting rick,

S queezys very bold

Women front, they get its cold

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

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

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

I wouldn't drop that much on rick ross or chris rock

Try and pull me over, i will not stop