This is a song about "Get good"

To get good from that, unimaginable,

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Your moms pussy was so good we didn't get passed the lobby,

Stronger so they won't think i'm weak any longer now i have to get good at

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Masterbigt, you think your good, get it out of your head,

I can always go home and look down my street

Use to get the bone scraps now i get the good meat

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

He starts to get known as a real good worker,

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

My trigga told me "get em" and i told him that "i got em good"

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

Dream, catchin this flow like hakeem, catches a football, its time to crawl,