This is a song about "Nick wartha"

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

Shit this life gets overwhelming and more then hectic

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

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

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

Nick all the worlds childrens presents

Thought this was forever love

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

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

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

Born alone, work alone, die alone

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