This is a song about "Life being good"

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

Just who am i to be living life so good?

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

You're taking life for granted well i'm just being candid

Pay dues like a hair salon

When life is too good to carry on

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Life would be so good id escape from this fucking crap

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Ever thought that your life was being controlled

Being wit you, life feels at its peak,

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

I ask you what's so good about being a king,

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

How did all them bastards get a good job, good life,

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive