This is a song about "Always wishing for the good"

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

Motherfucking thugs, my best friend bit the metal for good,

And maybe serving for the greater good will be my saving grace,

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

That you were never, any good for me, it was always my fault, i used to believe,

I’m something like a fetus, i'm not quite kidding

Just a peaceful musician, so quit the bitching and wishing,

Wishing for a new re-dition have them regret

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

I am the strength that i always sought for in somebody else.

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

I'm in a good mood for sharing yo to the police