This is a song about "Nick s money"

It´s the battle of life

What we gotta do to survive

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

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

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

There's crack, there's crack

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick

I got kids bitch i don't need nick