This is a song about "Nick the faget"

For the man of the hour

"contemplate", i wrote about her

We have nothing in common

You're the snow, i'm the sun

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

Born alone, work alone, die alone

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

The realist in the game

I live my life in tha fast lane

I bring the heat like the

Now hey little mama