This is a song about "Good to hear that"

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

To get that good occupation

That you were never, any good for me, it was always my fault, i used to believe,

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Better than your bitch would

And we know that ain't no good

Wiz khali is stuck on replay, play something new i need to hear a good beat

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

He just throws it around

Hard to not hear your sound

Cant hear shit on that particular ear, i need to get this shit cleared

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

We was loonie i suppose, you could

That everythings fine, ok and good

And that fucker still talks to me he's all i can fuckin' hear

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear