This is a song about "My good gose to bad"

Good girls going bad, i'm the dude she fuck but she don't introduce me to dad

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

To havin' good homes, never is my stomach growlin',

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

He plays the bad boy, really he's a good guy

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Of bad bitches and good tree

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

You fucking do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

My heart start to smolder and soul start get colder, i realise im no good,

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

How i seen my life being raised as good as a bad day yet i'm still

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill