This is a song about "Nick claassen"

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

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

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

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

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

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

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.

Nick all the worlds childrens presents

But i guess that shit's just tough love

I dropped another classic

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

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