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

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

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

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

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

You guys are the reason im on stage and i rock

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

Not all rappers are good cause your the direct evidence.

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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

Because one day the good people are gonna end ya,

Used to call me the african don dada

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

What good can come out of the hood, we so misunderstood/