This is a song about "The good times no more"

Oh nooo, here we goo, must risk it for the fork, must eat this fucking pork!

Freddy stabbed me a few more times in the head until i lay dead on the dashboard

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

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Every cat in the neighbourhood you no that you gott'em good

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

Your survinving the times? more shots in the dark

Been over seas more times than the british when

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

Then the world ain't no trick no more

I got something you've been waiting for

And some more a couple more times

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Tell me it's good for me, no more simulation