This is a song about "Good stamps"

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

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

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

My nigga, no hook

And we know that ain't no good

Better than your bitch would

But i just say that i'm good,

And it's hard to pay, even with food stamps and medicaid,

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

I make female rappers look good

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck