This is a song about "Good moods"

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

From hollywood to the hood

Better than your bitch would

Or maybe i'm just too good

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

Cause the moods that get attracted and then try to hang with us

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

I make female rappers look good

How did all them bastards get a good job, good life,

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Allow me to explain. i'm back for good

She all on my skin

Give my cock a good suction