This is a song about "Nicolets"

'cause it was an admired service-man

But what satan doesn't know, is jesus is your right hand man,

I should use the unsigned verses call me in for my midnight urges

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

I'll confess i'm just rushin it, always feels like an emergency