This is a song about "Steve prick"

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

I look like steve buscemi

With two chicks, sadistic

A pin-prick, it makes me sick

After this battle i'll will sound like a prick

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Iv beat you several times now stop tryna give it me prick

I call em up, they might fall through

But only if this prick knew

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Sike why would i sat that shit i'm an atheist and just cause i'm a hard prick

Just a scared little prick picking on guys half his size

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price