This is a song about "Good times with friends"

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

You better get with the times

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Going hard on the weekend with parties and friends

Who starts a battle with "i lost a lot of times",

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Anamorphic proposal like my lives the deal your good times imma steal

When you're sittin' on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

All the good times and all times we said i love you

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

No time for a break , good times memorys filled with laughter , its money sought

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

You said be patient, cuz the good times coming

I got no friends with no ends

We can never be friends