This is a song about "Sticks"

Went out and had a church of kids

Nigga's shit bricks when they see my sticks,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

I was born to do the damn thing

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

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

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Sendin kanye to the frozen aisle for some fish sticks

Wait a minute see what sticks see what falls

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

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

College to prison, understand it, knowledge and wisdom

The influences sticks like those needle pricks and squirm,

My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn