This is a song about "Good things george washington did"

Washington, d.c to los angeles, ca

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Talk about all the wrongs with barley any good things,

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

So to wrap things, you douglas never did give me a break

Where every recipient, property of the state

Rob, he's be telling me good things about you"

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

All the good things do come to an end

I was worthless, i'd never make it, go ahead! spill that hatred

She never judges u for all the fucked up things that u done did,

How did all them bastards get a good job, good life,

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Made some new friends did some new things with glee

High heel wearer, hell of a body