This is a song about "Tickle y pick"

Y you bitches think im playing,

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Didn't tickle your funny bone? well, your bones will be shown

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

While all those ships go tips(y)

Now i can draw your face up pretty

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

U think you're funny?,i don’t know why i can’t laugh, come tickle ma tummy,

Didn't want you to mistake me that's y i wrote this song

Shit on anybody with opinions, you dead wrong

L y r i to the c

It ain't hard to make money