This is a song about "Sticks"

Nigga's shit bricks when they see my sticks,

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

With a little bit of passion

My drum sticks brake like i brake my shin

Rapping swift as magic sticks & i ain't even fully woke

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Or never say never though i admit

Swap the ram sticks, boot and hope that this is it

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

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

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

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

And this money handsome, ain't that a panty anthem

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

Frozen in dismay, set upon sticks high, bloodied just for show.