This is a song about "Good girls"

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Good girls gone bad now they puffin that roll up

Girls out her talkin bout

So down and out

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Rich girls don't even look at girls that was the notion

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck