This is a song about "All things good"

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Rob, he's be telling me good things about you"

Maybe its god putting the good things on hold.

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

You u can go back home and erase all the things

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Relive all the good times

All the things we been through

I think i could save you

Nor all the things you do.

No one like you

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

Still remember all the things you said

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

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