This is a song about "Good fortune"

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

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

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

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

But i guess its all good

From hollywood to the hood

And we know that ain't no good

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Bringing paper home an dimes taylored, but my effort an time was the fortune maker,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Aye, hold your head homie, look

I make female rappers look good

The importance of makin a fortune is blown outta proportion

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win