This is a song about "Nice"

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

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

What them tippers don't see

Said she had nice pussy

Bars coming nice and fast

You’re on neon lights in my bank

Prove that if you were half as nice

Picture me lettin this chump survive

So many of you can think you're nice,

Who know this be the life that i really live

Bars coming nice and fast

Fighting with my weak hand

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

A couple of hookers, nice ass

That we can't forget the past

Stuff it all in, all nice and packed