This is a song about "Good gospel"

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Inhale my color purple

Cause his girth spreads the gospel

Good morning, welcome to the good life, this is how we chill

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Take your hat off and get to cuttin: kung lao on that bitch

No good without a blade and no good outside a ditch

So i made him disappear for good

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

Draw it up like mr.booth, pray to jesus that gospel truth/

We don't believe you, you need more people

Those who wish to follow me (my ghetto gospel),

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Cause these kids never learn of the good