This is a song about "I m real nick"

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser