This is a song about "Spencer cooke"

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

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

Carl agreeing to battle? he must of lost all fucking senses

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

So come carl and justin, burn y'all like a fuckin' oven

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

Word rick, word man you heard, but don't get discouraged girl

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

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

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

And that goes for don, 420, justin, carl, great, and randy,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Hey baster stop battling me (carl c) your master, your spiting some eggs

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Like a boss, so check off rick ross