This is a song about "Nick g"

Knowing you can no longer party

But apparently its talent g,

In the midst of a fire pit

G-unit would make of it!

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

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

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

On hip hop and grime my g,

So while the world goes drake crazy

A demon that feeds of my inner g

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

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

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

But they can't do nothing to a g/

Take your time when you’re with me baby