This is a song about "Nice"

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

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

With a nice vanilla cream

You ain't never seen

Well alright yo, that shit sounds nice

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

600 benz, house six hundred grand

Bars coming nice and fast

A couple of hookers, nice ass

She graduated top of the class

Motherfucking nice and plain

Your body's right as rain

Thats a nice gun you have

Crawls right down the crack of your ass