This is a song about "Nick skinner"

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

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

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

We never tattle, let god handle that

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Nick all the worlds childrens presents

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.

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

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

Better than college, after that, students home

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