This is a song about "The goods"

The sequel to the first

Nigga, fuck the world

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

The water from the past is the same water in the present

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Your gonna be on top nigga

I bring the heat like the

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave