This is a song about "Slick rick"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Don't talk slick boy ya bones get'em fracture

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

I think im rick ross cause i swear that ima boss and

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

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

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

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

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

Go crazy when she hear music

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

Not to mention rick ross

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Im ravishing like rick, ruder than rudy ray moore,

Initial place wasn't cruel so we oughta bull