This is a song about "Nick roggan"

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

See i let my nigga split that

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

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

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

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

Nick all the worlds childrens presents

She need now, she ain't never needed love

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

Go crazy when she hear music

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

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

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

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

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.