This is a song about "Sticky icky"

The way i'm sorting these pitchers

Smoking sticky fixtures

Mouth filled up with my sticky stuff

Mama always told me i’d be famous

Bic her,never sicker,sticky like a sticker,

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Attach a sticky bomb to your face and watch it detonate.

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Leavin' murder scenes, fingers sticky like i shot onyx,

With presidential kush, my sticky on some jimmy carter shit

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

And fuck all these sticky situations that i'm getting in

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given