This is a song about "Vice"

Girl you know that you’re my vice

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

Got a vice grip on this noose tip say i won't fucking use it.

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Im your every single sin in life, and every single little vice

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

And then it get boring till you add vice

As tight as it could go, like a vice locked in tight,

We tie dynamite to the rhino type

Give me the mic, my de-vice, that i utilise, write these lines, that'll be

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

Pass by life twice with vice thrashes to curdle whom,

My wicked ways are like a vicious vice

Mine? type: nice. light come off the white ice