This is a song about "Nik and dunja"

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Called it an ep, they said i’m tripping

I got alotta phones

And nasty remains and bones

And their mothers and fathers

So you finally got the nerve

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

So while you worry about the hoes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

And inhospitable,

A criminal grind mean hustle