This is a song about "Nick is bae"

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Is she happy is she angry or confused

Teach you how to rope a chick

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

Your bad is what is alleged

Carol city or was it the west

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Below me, is where you's rappers reach is/

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

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

This is ice, this is frozen,

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad