This is a song about "No he s good"

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

All he wanted was the fame and good life to carry on

Til they're as good as d12's kon artis

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss

Looks like he wasn't in a good mood

Pockets probably like fried food

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

No forgive him for your own good

You just need to take me, i know you can fly

On here she met rob, he seemed like a good guy

Constant bustle and they hustle, you ain't trustin' in no good,

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

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

Hows it feel to be you? yo no sé

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress