This is a song about "Good times"

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

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

All the time with this glock of mines

But to think the first 3 times

The world seems strange at times

I used to have a nine to five

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

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

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

Got me feeling like j.j. on good times

This is how she want to live

Relive all the good times

Paper planes, long flights

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Said off so many times, writers block, its hard times