This is a song about "Being too good"

I'm not too worried i'm just enjoying the good vibes

Tell the truth, i ain’t gon’ lie, i got so many rides

I'm not too good at this, ill just smoke some tree

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

My understanding led to not being good, the gods only knew how to mock

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

When life is too good to carry on

Pay dues like a hair salon

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

I'm not too worried i'm just enjoying the good vibes

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

My fuckin second verse is over,being too small,rapping to death

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

When life is too good to carry on

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Is being slowly filled out, rappers not wack but not good,