This is a song about "Good"

Aye, hold your head homie, look

What i do though for good

So i made him disappear for good

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

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

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

No forgive him for your own good

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

But i just say that i'm good,

This information is vital, look

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

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

She don't really care about anyone advice