This is a song about "Nick roggan"

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

But it seems like a scene outta flick

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

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Nick all the worlds childrens presents

On the slow jam of love

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

Cats so watered down clowns can sink titanic

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

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

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

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

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.