This is a song about "Good and bad"

That everythings fine, ok and good

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Have you been good, or were you bad? only i will know.

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Lobsters and shrimp im good

Aye, hold your head homie, look

How i seen my life being raised as good as a bad day yet i'm still

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

But the good die young and bad slow so i hope u die fuckin slow cause uve made us feel so fuckin low

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

I'mma sign that work and release that

My raps are good, yours are bad..

Of bad bitches and good tree

Chillin' with homies and family