This is a song about "Always up to no good"

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

It's no time to keep up a rhyme,

No good without a blade and no good outside a ditch

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

We're up to no good, see you exit the block and hit you up on the spot

And we know that ain't no good

This information is vital, look

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

With a daughter looking up to me always screaming "go daddy!"

Yeah, that my sista and i'm so proud how she hold it down

Fucked up in the head, to hot head always wearing a frown

No good. never try too hard though, running my game cross the street to the bar

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

Lost in cigarette's no moral as well just letters wrote by frustration

I have no self determination, but im always up for rhyme elimination,