This is a song about "Nick"

Teach you how to rope a chick

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

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.

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

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

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

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

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

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

Nick all the worlds childrens presents

And panned out, i'm all in love

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

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music