This is a song about "Good fortune"

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Aye, hold your head homie, look

I'm still bustin jewels, everything good

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

Its like the devil is on the wheel of fortune and he just spin n' grin

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

To going from this to havin' a fortune it seems..

Fortune, fame, cars, hoes are tens, nobody's tense,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

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

We was loonie i suppose, you could

That everythings fine, ok and good

Showed your lil' ass look

What i do though for good