This is a song about "Good shit"

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

Even good times has it bad times, but my good time was good cuz you were good

Im rockin out to nirvana, smokin down on some good shit

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Shit, i'm much more than a good speech

And then i bounce like cars out in long beach

She love me cuss she know i smoking that good shit

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you

Rollin you up like good weed, shit i'm just gloatin' too

Better than your bitch would

Or maybe i'm just too good

Own shit i bet you can make good music without taking it off of google or other

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

I'm not no saint but still i try to do good and shit where you all can't,