This is a song about "Nick r is an idiot cocksucking motherfucker with no friends and no life"

Than an average idiot

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

Ma love is like an ochion, yours is like a pool calm with no motion

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Competition is life, ain't no repetition in mine

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

I feel like a low-life, with no life

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

Ok you think a nigga shallow

And no matter where all of my friends go

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke

With my sad pitiful miserable life no hope,

The reason why they had to give me a deal

'cuz my life is a car with no hands on the wheel,