[Verse 1]

Yo, sweetheart, pass me the 40 out the fridgerator

Ghost, all you do is burn weed and read papers

Cursin' out rappers, man, fuck all that bullshit

Every time I ask for something you start to bitch

Beefin' 'bout me not bein' home, why I don't pick up my phone

Girl, I got enough problems, leave me alone

You stupid ass punk faggot mob trick, no you didn't

All I do is cook, clean and watch all the children

Ask you for a car, you like "Chill, I'm still buildin'"

Mama always said that I should've stayed with Melvin

I bust Melvin ass, so? So get the fuckin' door

Tell your whore to get the door, shut up 'fore I break your jaw

Uh-uh, Ghost, you wrong, that ain't right

Cussed my cousin to get a bitch you'll spend a night

Fuck trick, get my knife, get the slicer that he lookin' like

Cut they cocksuckin dick off, motherfuckin' right

I wanna double-team the [?] don king, yo, Rakeem

Come on in, nigga, peep this, check out the scene

This woman is wildin' with bullshit [?], takin' turns, stylin'

Kickin' sand but they never touched the Cayman Islands

Fuck the Cayman Islands, shit, you be on [?] island

Callin' your lawyer with the [?] cases pilin'

[Chorus]

Now's the time for all good men to get together with one another

We got to iron out our problems and iron out our quarrels

And try to live as brothers and try to find a peace within without stepping on one another

And do respect the women of the world, remember you all have mothers

We gotta-

[Verse 2]

Girl, we gotta love more, get more into us

Fuck all the Bentleys and the Cadillac trucks

And your girlfriend, I had to have her smacked up, she had it comin'

Even her man got yakked up, clapped up

Lord have mercy, Jesus help me, well Jesus can't help you now when that's [?]

I wanted 'bout the alligator Gucci bag [?] Versace sweatshirt with the 7G tax

What about it, baby? What- say what- what about it baby?!

You cut up all my shit I post up in yo fuckin' lady

A real man would never disrespect or hurt his family, true

Come home every night [?] with this fuckin' mansion

True, wait, I'm gettin' cake, how the hell you gettin' cake?

You left in with some boxers on, come back with some little Hane's

Chill, boo, you modelin' now? God [?] muscles, now what, you hollerin' now?

I only came to apologize to you, compromise with you

Ask you would you marry me and show this rock to you

Bam, look, look at your face, come and give me kiss

Pucker up, please, boy, why the hell you doin' this?

Give me kiss, I love you double, love you and I love the cuddles

Subtle wanna [?] up and look, we make the perfect couple

[Chorus]

Now's the time for all good men-