This is a song about "She good"

She cries reminiscing on the good times

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

She used to make good money, and we were middle class,

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Or maybe i'm just too good

Aye, hold your head homie, look

She went an hopped on it.....it made her feel good like a compliment,

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

The principle came up and she said i did a good job,

No corny chorus is good enough for us while she passes through

Can’t take no more of your shit cause i can do better without you