This is a song about "How nice i can rap"

I'll battle ya, dont worry tho, i can be quite a nice guy

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

The dead society of a poet

But how i rap you'd assume it

Back then, this rap shit, i had it figured out, (how?)

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now

Wonder how nice before i write a couple rhymes,

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

I don't know how to rap,

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

Truth be told i can be nice like that

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

They try to be so nice to me so i can be a kinder g.