This is a song about "You got a dick the size of a tick tact"

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

You seem like the type to have a small dick

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Vision, im so sick, got you hoes on my dick, if this weren't a battle i'd beat you

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Of being pour with no ambitions, house the size of a kitchen.

Eight inch blades and the tick of a grenade

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

The captain of a sinking ship with only the alarms in tact

Sicker than a tick pest

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Find a size fourteen, get the death's head moth

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Want a crib / three times the size where i live