This is a song about "Fucking good"

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Do you think i should quit rapping, and fucking stick to good merits?

That everythings fine, ok and good

This information is vital, look

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

So i made him disappear for good

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

I make female rappers look good

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

But don’t make this seem like i’m good