This is a song about "Rick van der steen"

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Just like free way rick ross

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

It's a fools fatewithout your word

And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline

Follow the irony, dick van dyke,to get use to lifeline,

I'm planting c4 in the back of a delivery van

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

I am just a man

Pushing in my mama van

Someone better let rick james out

Or know what its about

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

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

I fucked yo mom in the the back of her van