This is a song about "All things are working for my good"

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Stressors all are silenced feelin' good requirement

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

All the things that ill do, my inhumane brain/

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Hellaway can suck my dick, his bars are no good

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

My raps are so good, i just cured cancer.

They are all good like the best bowl of porridge.

Your ho be on my penis, she check my french, bitch

War is all i'm good for i don't know what peace is

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

I'm looking over all the things we take for granted,

You're very attractive, and notice that

That's why i never claimed i was the best

All the good things do come to an end