This is a song about "Your nice"

A couple of hookers, nice ass

But i let off everything i have

So many of you can think you're nice,

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Want every single thing thats nice, so fuck your single grain of rice

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

It im being too nice what you gotta say you missed your ballet practice

Im nice, anybody else here would kick your ass back to your broken track

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Why can't you just play nice

I need a backyard full court size

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

Your coffin will be made of some nice sanded cedar somewhat