This is a song about "Sticks"

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

Don't harbour cut throats, blades and sticks with sinnin' intentions

Wait a minute see what sticks see what falls

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Always knocks anybody down who sticks in his path

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

I spray her with the cum, and that fucking sticks in

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

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

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn

The influences sticks like those needle pricks and squirm,

Pinning and sticks in its ways

Tryin hard to hide my face