This is a song about "Good"

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

I was born with a good fate and a good beginning

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

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

Cause these kids never learn of the good

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Im gonna rap to prove im good

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

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

Better than your bitch would

So sad to say, but it's all good

Call me a product of my own damn hood