This is a song about "Nick vozella"

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

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

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.

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

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

These hoes ain't checking for no nigga with no vehicle

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

Nick all the worlds childrens presents

On the slow jam of love

You just do your thing chick

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

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

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab