This is a song about "The good times"

Reminding me of the bad times

Paper planes, long flights

And i ain't frontin for her

Reminisce the times and the laughter

Who know this be the life that i really live

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

All the good times and all times we said i love you

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Relive all the good times

If i could have 25 wives

The world seems strange at times

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

Same weed good times with a different scent

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

Forget all good times,where everything's were going well