This is a song about "Fucking good"

And we know that ain't no good

This information is vital, look

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

Fucking maggot fucking a faggot

I'm still bustin jewels, everything good

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

You are pretty good to rap, cuz you have a fucking big gap.

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

Even good times has it bad times, but my good time was good cuz you were good

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

So sad to say, but it's all good

What i do though for good

My nigga, no hook

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

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