This is a song about "Nick lost"

So say goodbye 'cause the battles lost

Say the word and i'mma give you what you want

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

The real muscle in the message of that

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Cause my mother let me do what i want

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

Swearin', he can save memy stratagies official

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

Ride him all around, when he hits the ground

Tossed n' lost in the lost and found.

Faggot faggot faggot,your minds been lost

If you thought it, it better be what you want

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

So drop the slam and let's get sick