This is a song about "Remembering the good times"

Man up girl nigga, i don't give a fuck

Got caught a few times, i was good as locked up

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Kept remembering her face the day that he fessed up

Zig zaggin' through the freeway: race me nigga!in a high speed chase with the law

It'll be the good times they remember, not when you shot yourself in the jaw

I'll say the fword over a hundred times

I speak to cj often and sometimes

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Reminisce the times and the laughter

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good... aye....3 times aye...

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Got me feeling like j.j. on good times

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Let the good times roll with my allies, bangin' out with italians, wise guys,

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise