This is a song about "Nikki mina s"

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

I was kissin nikki haley

Bad, just like an 80's car

She prayed on me passing that bar

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.