This is a song about "Nick eichelmann"

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

Nick all the worlds childrens presents

I can teach you all the sounds of love

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

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

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

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

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

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Swearin', he can save memy stratagies official

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

I know the world been waiting for that

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

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.