This is a song about "Weed money bitches and good times"

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

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

I can always go home and look down my street

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Same weed good times with a different scent

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

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

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Got me feeling like j.j. on good times

Niggas is working forever my bars

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/