This is a song about "Your a good freind"

"contemplate", i wrote about her

The picture, wont be good, change your gesture

Better than your bitch would

No forgive him for your own good

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Im good your a bunch of baboons.

But they sold jello in the paint

Your raps are good, this isn't a complaint

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Prognosis not good, mam, your son is a cabbage

My records sell, yes sir

Or a damn good ducker.

Give my cock a good suction

What up girl, tell me how you been

Too good, i need a delay

Round my motherfuckin way