This is a song about "Good karma"

Lobsters and shrimp im good

Aye, hold your head homie, look

If you think lil wayne's good,

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

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

Because this rap is like karma

Coroners comfort your mama

So i made him disappear for good

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Hard to imagine karma that people get

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

I know karma precedes me good things come in due time,

Karma grasped and the moms collapsed from the news

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose