This is a song about "Nice for what"

Sorrow for what i always feel

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

For all this time i've been to nice, you niggas waste from now on

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Aint in this for the money but itd be nice to make some fucking bread

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Oh yes that's me im so nice ask me for advice wouldn't gotta ask twice

Nice hotel, nice weed, nice beer, nice ass

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

Send you to the afterlife for being half as nice,

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

Army stance, ready for war

They ask me what i do for

You're not so judge nice for these yards limiting

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring