This is a song about "Best times"

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Remember when we went to happy times

We'd dine out, those were the best of the times yo

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

At times discreet, used with power at best when silent

And its simple as that baby

You'd best leave, it's best, see?

I'll say the fword over a hundred times

My passport got stamped before a couple rhymes

The world seems strange at times

This is how she want to live

Picture me lettin this chump survive

Track 8.) langston hughes (surviving the times)

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives