This is a song about "Nick bombidere"

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

She got something i never had

Nick will pop to with a pistol turn you into a crystal

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

Nick all the worlds childrens presents

On the slow jam of love

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

I'm so damn quick they you would rather stick to that boy nick

My name is nick nack pattie wack give a dog a bone

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Stalkin santa cause i could give a fuck for saint nick,

Grown man shit tonight no romance shit and you should make this bedroom like monday night at magic

But in fact all u needs is a nick and a small flick, just to fall like a broken stick.

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

Superfly, opposite of basic