This is a song about "All things are working for my good"

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

War is all i'm good for i don't know what peace is

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

Hellaway can suck my dick, his bars are no good

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

I'll try my best to convey coherently if things are going okay

My raps are so good, i just cured cancer.

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

I rather give you my last to see you live again

All the things that ill do, my inhumane brain/

Working through our problems solving em all

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

My guy got all the good weed

What do i really need

I think it's more racist than ratings

Yeah, i tossed out all my ex's things