This is a song about "Talk to the dick"

I grew up on circuit boys and go-go music

You seem like the type to have a small dick

But i have the balls to say it all of you dont talk

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

That skate hard, thrash black hoodies, try something

How you gonna talk shit about me sucking dick when you're nickname is dick rider?!

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

Hov and yeezy, stop the talk, i'm ready to come back home/

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

I don't even talk to them on the phone again

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

I don't even talk to them on the phone again

Come talk to me i'm the chief.

As much as i wanna leave