This is a song about "Good"

I was born with a good fate and a good beginning

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Allow me to explain. i'm back for good

I make female rappers look good

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Don't rest your case as a gangsta because you wrestled your bitch

No good without a blade and no good outside a ditch

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

Good morning, welcome to the good life, this is how we chill

Aye, hold your head homie, look

But i just say that i'm good,

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good

What i do though for good

You bull shit, look