This is a song about "Never nothing nice"

Wait, now it's about eight something

There never doing nothing

Illiterates never do nothing right

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

Passos told me "it's a good job.really nice"

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

That's nothing nice, living trapped up inside this financial bubble,

Street fameall out warfare, eye for a eyebustin on my enemies bad boy killing

So much cash, that i never look towards my past, fuck reminiscing, cuz theres nothing im missing,

Nice flow / my minds dope

On top of that, i’m broke

Shawty where your baton, racing through my mind like

I'm not nice (bitch), so don't expect nothing less alright

Baby i’mma mess, mess

Nothing more and nothing less,