This is a song about "It s good to be me"

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

Street fameall out warfare, eye for a eyebustin on my enemies bad boy killing

So worried about what the future is bringing, is it gonna be good or will it be thinning?

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

If you say yes to me, than i realize it is a good thing to pray

I gotta tell you that my love is true

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

Im trying to have a good saint patricks day, im sippin 40s,

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

It really takes me about a day just to write good lyrics and

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

Whose res-u-me, as you may have heard, 's to trap cha with laughter,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her