This is a song about "All good"

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Good or evil were all the same people with different equals

Reaper why did you take away all of the good bands?

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Stressors all are silenced feelin' good requirement

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

So all you people out there can have a good night

She brought you in this world so i'mma sex her right

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

And it’s all good until they go and spray a tool,

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

Its all good cuz i was on her wish list

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

Stealin some bars is all good and fine

So sad to say, but it's all good

Aye, hold your head homie, look