This is a song about "Nick webber"

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

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

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Nick all the worlds childrens presents

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

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

I never crack i got that chap stick

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

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

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

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.

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

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

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab