This is a song about "Nick the quick"

I've been working out my tongue to get the words out quick

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Quick with the intricate raps

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Don't be fooled by all the light i emit i'll end your life quick

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

As she’s rushing to the hospital looking for a way quick,

Pocket racked up all big faces

Shit! think quick! why the fuck is this..

On trial for possession of some chronic

Am that sick on the mike im so lyricly quick

Hit the instrumental quick, just to show you i excel it

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit