This is a song about "Stick togather"

Tears that our fore fathers cry

The chap stick has run dry,

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

I spit rapid fire like a roman candle stick

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Rubbing off these cracked lips like chap stick

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

Richie rich, got a candle stick,

I bet you hear that white music

Shes ridin on my dick like a broom stick

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Like a lunatic with a pointy stick/

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

And it weighs a ton

Your itch stick won't help none