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

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

I got enough enemies on my list though so don't even look at me dude

Pockets probably like fried food

Playng baseball with my boy tube

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

Killing these niggas off quick

"oh shit, my lips frosted 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

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

I know this dude is flow is juice

Ya boy, i never quit, this is just the fuckin beginnin of my apocalypse of lyrics

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

So what i say boy, is... fuck critics

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks