This is a song about "Good marriage"

I'm still bustin jewels, everything good

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Short tempered, at one stage he would abuse his wife so their marriage was in vain

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

From hollywood to the hood

But i just say that i'm good,

My nigga, no hook

Or maybe i'm just too good

That everythings fine, ok and good

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

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

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

You bull shit, look

Lobsters and shrimp im good

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic