This is a song about "Talk to the dick"

Trying to talk about the problems, and still i ask for help,

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

I don’t go to work, i talk to the kids

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Why is it when i talk i'm so biased to the hoes

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

I'll be the last to hear you talk,

And even if i'm broke, dog

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

You seem like the type to have a small dick

All you wanna do is get that stick

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

I used to talk to her for many hours rollin' on the floor.