This is a song about "Blessings good times"

If we battle again you better hope you said your blessings.

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Let the good times roll with my allies, bangin' out with italians, wise guys,

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough

Sense good times coming lately ive had it rough

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

So sit back and accept the blessings of this life,

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Got me feeling like j.j. on good times

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple