This is a song about "Bad men and good times"

The real muscle in the message of that

Three men raped mom, beat dad, the kid saw it was bad

Who's lips, who knows, a few good men who grew nose

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Told me whats good and bad

That we ain't never had

Made a million with the pen

Makes me sleep and blown by men.

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

I got the good shit men i already told ya

Do it to attack and rap about the bad times, sadness

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

Times when we were young kids chilling thinking we were wise men, so let me tell

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

A bad cop good cop routine as it came and went like crap