This is a song about "Good employer"

I'm still bustin jewels, everything good

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

I was born with a good fate and a good beginning

You look sweet enough to make a nigga need a filling

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

That everythings fine, ok and good

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Or maybe i'm just too good

Showed your lil' ass look

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Cause these kids never learn of the good

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

No good without a blade and no good outside a ditch

And knock billiards out of your business, ya bitch