This is a song about "What s good"

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Damn what a good neighbor

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

My g"s have been handcuffed,

If you ever feel alone and

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

While it is not perfect, its good for 1v1, but thats not what im lookin for

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

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Went and got two maseratis at the same damn time

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

Cause i have got "s" plus what a dog's tail does