This is a song about "Hearing good things"

Hearing voices in my head

Cutting me this worthless check

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

Rob, he's be telling me good things about you"

I know karma precedes me good things come in due time,

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Life sentence, court order, hearing the journeys thoughts

When they here today what you say to them

And when things start looking good again

But it's a part of me to fail things like these, though i was always good at

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

Make things good too. so many thing we could do.

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Talk about all the wrongs with barley any good things,