This is a song about "Your no good"

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

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Get a good job, follow your dreams

Gotta go, let her leave

Im good your a bunch of baboons.

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Your mom walks in and says good morning

That aint no good/ that aint no good/ you aint learned a thing

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Got anything better? good, show me your strategy/

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

Hellaway can suck my dick, his bars are no good

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

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