This is a song about "Rick springfield"

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

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

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

While everybody got ammunition on deck

And i spit sick shit so quick like slick rick

Cats so watered down clowns can sink titanic

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

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Never lookin for a handout

Someone better let rick james out

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

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

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

I made a promise to the mirror

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

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