This is a song about "Nick skinner"

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

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're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

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

Nick all the worlds childrens presents

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

On trial for possession of some chronic

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

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

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

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

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

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