This is a song about "Nick s money"

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

And i got that bait, they all bad

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

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

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

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

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

Never pledge allegiance, god given flow

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress