This is a song about "Vice"

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Grand theft auto: vice city too

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

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

Girl you know that you’re my vice

I’m on these niggas mind like lice

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

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

As he dives into a hive, and tries to pry open the vice,

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

My wicked ways are like a vicious vice

Shouts out to vice the only ones to publicize,

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room

Pass by life twice with vice thrashes to curdle whom,