This is a song about "Nick is my boy dude"

Better or worse, the center of attention

Dude my fists are weapons, shit is kept in, this aggression,

So step back boy, your shit is whack

Quick flipping up sexy back

A decoy, my raps'll leave you trapped in defeat boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

Round & round/ town boy/ but my pops is from detroit\

Even helped my boy along

And we don't know no right from wrong

Git out my face looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

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

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

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Get outta my face, looking boy