This is a song about "Mark stef rob mg dan nick"

Watch out for my diacritical mark.

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

My name is nick nack pattie wack give a dog a bone

Rapping bout things that leave mark

Like a small garage in your backyard

I go back to my friend rob.

Believe me i'mma be your god

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

The man just laughs and says "there was no rob"

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

Dan ghostt always on his grind, when i rhyme,

You reflect in this heart of mine