This is a song about "Nick cannon"

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Workin' like a robot, and carry the heavy cannon,

Spitting it like a cannon/

And it weighs a ton

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

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

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

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

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

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

He dont want the diamonds

Nick all the worlds childrens presents

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that