This is a song about "Good"

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

So sad to say, but it's all good

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

How did all them bastards get a good job, good life,

From hollywood to the hood

And we know that ain't no good

But i just say that i'm good,

This information is vital, look

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

Cause these kids never learn of the good

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

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

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

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