Not at all.
There's nothing better that Nick likes than to cook up a nice shot of dope. Maybe a speedball if he's feeling ambitious?
It's all about CONTEXT, my nigga!
Depending on who happens to be in the bedroom, riding his baby,
He be in the kitchen cooking pies.
He's like "Hey, what's up? Hello."
Seen the bottle in your ass as soon as you came in the door,
Rekieta wants to chill, got a sack for you to roll,
Two niggas from Hedonism introduced me to the stove,
Showed me how to whip it, now I'm remix it for low,
I'm their Trap Queen, strapping on the Balldo
I be adding latex see how many rings can go,
We just set a goal, talking watching Balldos,
I make $100 on YouTube, and on Rumble even mo',
Then I slide over to locals watch me work the damn pole,
See the leathery wine moms as they share their slack hole,
KiwiFarmers hatin', we just call them fans though,
In love with the cucking, I ain't never lettin' go.
I be licking tips and sticking bottles in my hole,
Reki Boy Nicky eating dogshit that's fo' sho',
Niggas run into my house, and then they fuck my ho,
Local Goys or nothin', Lo-lo-local Goys or nothin...