This is a song about "Nicck ta mere"

Plottin' don’t even worry

Girls try ta rush me touch me love me

You will see, what you do ta me, you aint new ta me,

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Senior citzens, i free 'em, release 'em from this mere prison

You see automatic, few flee, ought-ta have it

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Fo ta lova rap, i always loved rap,

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

God damn justin, now did ya really have ta-

Used to call me the african don dada