This is a song about "Good and bad"

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

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

Showed your lil' ass look

Lobsters and shrimp im good

I'd done stacked many

Of bad bitches and good tree

I don't know why i'm even on this track

When i am mad, and things look bad/

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

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

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

Good girls gone bad now they puffin that roll up