This is a song about "Good times"

Got me feeling like j.j. on good times

Take her back to where i live

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

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

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

My passport got stamped before a couple rhymes

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

On they car note to go to the club

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

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

The world seems strange at times

Turn off the lights

Girl, you remember all does times,

All the time with this glock of mines