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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

All my time working to build up, all my devotion

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

Hellaway can suck my dick, his bars are no good

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

Syringes all spit, shit over things in my pit,

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

For those precious things i am truly thankful for all i have.

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Talk about all the wrongs with barley any good things,

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

All the things that ill do, my inhumane brain/

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

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

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Stressors all are silenced feelin' good requirement