This is a song about "Brian nicholas"

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

I got freakin ghost rider temperature minus nicholas cage

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

I could be brian and you could be stewart

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

And i sure as fuck know who tzar nicholas is

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

She pulled away and i ripped her whole face off, like travolta did to nicholas cage.

Blank check? so you're what happened to brian bonsall?

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far