This is a song about "Good times"

Girl, you remember all does times,

Just to make it in this broadway lights

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

What a mess! but we clean in the club

Like kg said cowards die a thousand times

All the time with this glock of mines

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

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

Zig zaggin' through the freeway: race me nigga!in a high speed chase with the law

It'll be the good times they remember, not when you shot yourself in the jaw

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

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

I apologized a trillion times

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines