This is a song about "Nick lowe"

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

My name is nick nack pattie wack give a dog a bone

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Grown man shit tonight no romance shit and you should make this bedroom like monday night at magic

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

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

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

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

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

Nick all the worlds childrens presents

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

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

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple