This is a song about "Nice song"

Can barely finish a song

And we don't know no right from wrong

Your still gunna make it into my song,

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

We buy out stores till its all too gone

You're listening to this song

See, with you, i never see it wrong

You're listening to this song

For the intoxicating lyrical content of my song,

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

Sky high, iced out paradise

Why can't you just play nice

This is the end of my fucking song

Smoking 100 dollar worth of strong

Or i wouldn't be writing this song

And before the sun came up, he was gone