This is a song about "Ur nice"

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

Rip ur head from ur neck and laugh as ur body twitches like terretes,bury ur

//hah, nice one, that's funny man//

Still the man with the pan

Motherfucking nice and plain

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Never thought to think that maybe im being to nice,

So many of you can think you're nice,

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

Call the network dipset family ties

Sneak is loose and kids taste so nice

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Send you to the afterlife for being half as nice,

Don't tail me, nah i won't play nice

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys