This is a song about "Nice"

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

Never thought to think that maybe im being to nice,

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

Bars coming nice and fast

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

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

Cigars imported nice, nigga we alright,

Killa never let the drama slide

Prove that if you were half as nice,

Hop in and let me test drive

Rollin' down the four o five

We could go someplace nice

Nice hotel, nice weed, nice beer, nice ass

I can get straight to the cash

With a nice vanilla cream

I got a dollar and a dream