This is a song about "Your no good"

It's good, i'm about to steal your soul

18 year sentence with no parole

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Im good your a bunch of baboons.

I've no dad for a good influence,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Im so good i need no tag team

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

No wonder, crack is addictin', the good feelin' is so predictin'//

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Gotta go, let her leave

Get a good job, follow your dreams

Every cat in the neighbourhood you no that you gott'em good

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

A drug doing , no good for nothing. young age fucking.