This is a song about "Old nick"

One verse is all it takes

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

This irritation of life that's getting real old

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Where i from, it get cold

Then those bitches who grew old.

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

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

But in fact all u needs is a nick and a small flick, just to fall like a broken stick.

Grown man shit tonight no romance shit and you should make this bedroom like monday night at magic

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

It's my new old shit against your old new shit

Back up on the old hunt,

Trying hard to speak and