This is a song about "Nice people"

Send you to the afterlife for being half as nice,

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

I live in a nice town, i live with people who are scary.

Its a cold night, life in the ghetto isn't so nice

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Prove that if you were half as nice

Caged, and the wonder is seen

With a nice vanilla cream

I need a backyard full court size

Don't tail me, nah i won't play nice

And i'm indecisive when the things are light

Cigars imported nice, nigga we alright,

Still the man with the pan

//hah, nice one, that's funny man//