This is a song about "Good"

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

On the sizzle, p90kill yourself like you're in college

No good without a blade and no good outside a ditch

So i made him disappear for good

From hollywood to the hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Outdo a retard despite when dressed good.

We was loonie i suppose, you could

No forgive him for your own good

Im gonna rap to prove im good

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

No hook, fuck a hook

And we know that ain't no good