This is a song about "Nice rap"

Nice hotel, nice weed, nice beer, nice ass

Bring your pen and your weed stash

So many of you can think you're nice,

As your family dies, and my family rise

Prove that if you were half as nice,

Hop in and let me test drive

Before we see it's hard to live

We could go someplace nice

Then lost her faith again

Motherfucking nice and plain

Your life is a product of trash

A couple of hookers, nice ass

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

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

We hustle to survive

Why can't you just play nice