This is a song about "Nick fuhrman"

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

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music

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

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

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

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

Nick all the worlds childrens presents

And panned out, i'm all in love

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

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