This is a song about "Nick william signs"

I ride with them boys in the middle of the map

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

You know, the street kinds, ain't no peace signs,

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Thought i was looking at the right signs

All the time with this glock of mines

Many signs of potential and originality

My education stopped at a high school degree

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Nick all the worlds childrens presents

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

Verizon dissed me too cause i was too political

Just to make it in this broadway lights

When clouds make words.. i call 'em air signs.

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

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