This is a song about "Sticks"

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

Went out and had a church of kids

Nigga's shit bricks when they see my sticks,

Tryin hard to hide my face

Pinning and sticks in its ways

So i gotta pitch them this, for a better outcome

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

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

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

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

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

So while you niggas copy cat the cats who made classics

Sendin kanye to the frozen aisle for some fish sticks