This is a song about "Rick"

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Just like free way rick ross

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

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

While everybody got ammunition on deck

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

Like a boss, so check off rick ross

You pull up in parking lots

Cuz i spit sick shit so quick like slick rick, i dont care what you think,

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Back like i never ever left in the first

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Ask, real rick ross he tell you i gets it in

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

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick