This is a song about "Nice"

Passos told me "it's a good job.really nice"

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

You can't be wiping your ass

Thats a nice gun you have

With a nice vanilla cream

Exclusives, y'all never seen

That we can't forget the past

Bars coming nice and fast

A couple of hookers, nice ass

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

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

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

Prove that if you were half as nice,

Take her back to where i live