This is a song about "Nic and alli"

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

Social conditioning and

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

Grab the scissors and saws and

And kill yourself and your clique

Sometimes i think, what i need

And like to boast and brag

Where the black girls get their weaves back

I wish i could live with no fear

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

And nasty remains and bones

I got alotta phones