This is a song about "Good gospel"

Cause his girth spreads the gospel

Then landed on my throttle

I'm still bustin jewels, everything good

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

So i made him disappear for good

No good without a blade and no good outside a ditch

‘fore he hit the room, hear a “vroom!” from the porsche bitch

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

Cause these kids never learn of the good

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Outdo a retard despite when dressed good.

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

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