This is a song about "Your good girl"

Your proboly good to

And word i blew off herb i grew

Feels good to be ya only girl

And he, what's his name, earl

Another day as i step out the door

Christian dior your girl is a whore

She was a good girl, always stored in a pale

I’m speaking through these bars like a nigga in the jail

No forgive him for your own good

Call me a product of my own damn hood