This is a song about "Nick the faget"

From the bench to the ball

By the phone, no call

We don't ever make love

Nick all the worlds childrens presents

You're the snow, i'm the sun

After the club, gettin you open

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

And i can't help but stare, cause

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

The realist in the game

My buzz is like cocaine

But in fact all u needs is a nick and a small flick, just to fall like a broken stick.

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

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

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known