This is a song about "Good"

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

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

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

Cause these kids never learn of the good

Better than your bitch would

But i guess its all good

From hollywood to the hood

Or maybe i'm just too good

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

No good without a blade and no good outside a ditch

Odd future wolf gang like they're filmin' twilight in this bitch

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

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