This is a song about "Sticks"

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

Nigga's shit bricks when they see my sticks,

Sherm-sticks, rollin' blunts, smokin' up, and dope is cheap,

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

The influences sticks like those needle pricks and squirm,

Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn

John rocket atlanta's bravest know that i'm awesome

Prison prisms, twist the lyrics like licorice sticks, hits 'em,

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

To something i don't deserve. words hurt more than sticks or stones.

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

And your hoping that he's focused to stay on the right road

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Sendin kanye to the frozen aisle for some fish sticks

Pray to whoever got on the biggest of crucifix

But i'm white, quite well off and living out within' the sticks.