This is a song about "The good life"

When life is too good to carry on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Life would be so good id escape from this fucking crap

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Turned into the good guy

And now we high

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Clear perception, people at school think i live a good life,

There'll be a minute of joy for a life of sorrow, don't smile at me, good bye

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

If you want a good life then you need confess

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less