This is a song about "All things good"

But it's a part of me to fail things like these, though i was always good at

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

All the things we been through

I'm tryna learn somethin new

How did all them bastards get a good job, good life,

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Relive all the good times

Nigga fuck the black and whites

My guy got all the good weed

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

You u can go back home and erase all the things

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

So sad to say, but it's all good

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Talk about all the wrongs with barley any good things,

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence