This is a song about "We are the good guys"

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Let the good times roll with my allies, bangin' out with italians, wise guys,

Odell beckham we are the giants/

Die young, corpse identified by your parents

We can make a fix, we can do some good 'ole tricks, we can set the best picks

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Cocksucker kick rocks, we need to make the smartest guys the big shots,

You internet tough guys are all the same.

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

Good morning, welcome to the good life, this is how we chill

Stfu i'm still good all the way to 4 we go

The world looking out, they on the front row

Your moms pussy was so good we didn't get passed the lobby,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see