This is a song about "Good times"

Forget all good times,where everything's were going well

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

Got caught a few times, i was good as locked up

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

As he layed down in his bed he starts to think of all the good times in his head,

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

Like kg said cowards die a thousand times

I used to have a nine to five

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

All the time with this glock of mines

The world seems strange at times

She cries reminiscing on the good times

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

I apologized a trillion times