This is a song about "My name is nick and i am very very slik"

But catagory is a typo i see very rarely

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

//audio recording is very bad i fucked up a lot

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

//the flow on this is insane and very fast

Whatever it takes to live and stand

And me my momma was always in a very bad mood

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

And you should know that my very last thought was you

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

Very few thats in my bracket as i sit back in my palace and watch your body fill with maggots