This is a song about "Good things about henry the second"

Maybe its god putting the good things on hold.

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

And anyway, you hear all of these bad things about the internet,

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

And this is only the second of eleven mics i'm wreckin' per second

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Don't care about the props i got, if their good or not

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

Talk about all the wrongs with barley any good things,

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

Good things should never come to an end.

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Nobody even bother to take a second to realize about their families

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice