This is a song about "Good times with friends"

Same weed good times with a different scent

Carol city or was it the west

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

All because i heard that he was talkin' to danielle

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

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

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

A damn innocent bystander chilling with her friends

Got me feeling like j.j. on good times

Before we see it's hard to live

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

With you going through more terrible times.

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Let the good times roll with my allies, bangin' out with italians, wise guys,

And then along came the wrong man for her

By becomin friends with "the monster"