This is a song about "We make a good couple"

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

To make a couple bucks in reality i couldn't give a couple fucks killing these

My dad gives a brawl, sayin i gotta have good mentals, rap'll make me unknown//

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

Yeah, we just having a good time

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

She used to make good money, and we were middle class,

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

We're vicious but we can't seem to move a couple inches

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Now whatcha gonna dowhen my niggas come for you

Make things good too. so many thing we could do.

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

Yeah, we just having a good time

Guess that means you can never be mine