This is a song about "Blessings good times"

So sit back and accept the blessings of this life,

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

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

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

Same weed good times with a different scent

It'll be the good times they remember, not when you shot yourself in the jaw

Zig zaggin' through the freeway: race me nigga!in a high speed chase with the law

Got me feeling like j.j. on good times

All the time with this glock of mines

As he layed down in his bed he starts to think of all the good times in his head,

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

Got caught a few times, i was good as locked up

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Quality a gift to the people who are worthy for blessings