This is a song about "Good and bad"

Lobsters and shrimp im good

From hollywood to the hood

Hey, must be the money

Of bad bitches and good tree

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

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

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

Changing my whole life style from bad to good

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

My raps are good, yours are bad..

Top dropped down, black on black