This is a song about "Blessings good times"

She cries reminiscing on the good times

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

All because i heard that he was talkin' to danielle

Forget all good times,where everything's were going well

Even good times has it bad times, but my good time was good cuz you were good

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

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

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

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

You better get with the times

Paper planes, long flights

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

On a learning curb of convenient blessings, mostly aggressive.