This is a song about "Sticky"

Nah, i wouldn’t wish fame on my enemy

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

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

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

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

And they giving hickies to my dick as i am puffing sticky

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

Smoking sticky fixtures

Talking of the gods you serve

Why's the mouse sticky can you pickup your pants

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Let the sticky stuff take you even higher

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for