This is a song about "Good things"

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Yeah, i tossed out all my ex's things

While scheming on hits

Realising that world leans on things

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Now i'm thinkin about doin some bad things

Spitting things inefficiently?

But five years from now i bet she see

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

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

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

And brutally doing things