This is a song about "Nice raps"

If i don't make that man there dance

Enough of the weakened raps

Baby heading down a cloud

Riding getting nice cause it's nice out

I heard that statistic i almost cried

Cigars imported nice, nigga we alright,

Becoming someone you don't recognize

Sneak is loose and kids taste so nice

Never miss these things, see my game precise

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

I destroyed it with my raps,

Man it’s the killer tracks

No one-half and i hate math

A couple of hookers, nice ass

Why can't you just play nice

I need a backyard full court size