This is a song about "Bad and good"

It spreads bad tempers and tragedies

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

You fucking do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage

The only reason that i put up with this moody ass bitch

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Of bad bitches and good tree

She was wet off the bat

When i am mad, and things look bad/

No car key and i mean that

My raps are good, yours are bad..

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Changing my whole life style from bad to good

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

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Good girls gone bad now they puffin that roll up