This is a song about "Good lovin"

Catch you up on places i've been

You gone make me feel the lovin

Or maybe i'm just too good

Aye, hold your head homie, look

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

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

This information is vital, look

You gone make me feel the lovin

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

But i guess its all good

My nigga, no hook

What i do though for good

You bull shit, look

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

Call me a product of my own damn hood