This is a song about "My nikka"

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Parking lot of the blue flame

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

A coward dies a thousand deaths

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

"stay strong, keep your faith in god," what i told him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

I ain't married, but i'm tryna find a keeper

My demeanor, thirty years my senior