This is a song about "Feeling good about yourself"

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

I'mma be up with them owls, just to see you when you out

You dissed yourself left me nothing to speak about

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

All these mixed feeling about my siblings,

And sometimes i write about when life goes good

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Rob, he's be telling me good things about you"

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

This story's about good days of glory,we don't even worry

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Feeling good about it

Can’t you hear that

Hello, hi, good morning, brace yourself

I can taste the salt from my tears