This is a song about "I m a nice guy"

Then my mom met this guy, yeah he seemed nice

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

I'll take everybody,i'll kill yeezy no hate,but im done being the nice guy

Yea i have a bad bitch a real nice caramel tan

But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can

Im a nice guy with a spice of hate just for lunch

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised