This is a song about "A good life"

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

Just who am i to be living life so good?

And sometimes i write about when life goes good

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

So i'm just making sure my verses count for something

Good deeds count for nothing and there's more to life than fucking,

I'm waiting for the good life to begin.

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

How did all them bastards get a good job, good life,

We don't ever make love

I dream of good life and riches

Changing my whole life style from bad to good

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Good think i can spit or i'd be sinking to a life of poverty