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

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

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

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

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

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

All the good things do come to an end

Its malcolm sex, things about to get mean

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

All the good things do come to an end

Shawty my bait, she say she never scared

Asking her to meet me at six by the church of the saint to talk about things we had done and said

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

So worried about what the future is bringing, is it gonna be good or will it be thinning?

Street fameall out warfare, eye for a eyebustin on my enemies bad boy killing

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Because it forces you to think about the things that matter.