This is a song about "Fucking good"

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good

If you think lil wayne's good,

Aye, hold your head homie, look

We was loonie i suppose, you could

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

Fucking maggot fucking a faggot

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

"no malcolm, you're just too damn good"

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

You fucking do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

Girl listen when you ready for good loving, instead of hood fucking