This is a song about "Good moods"

So sad to say, but it's all good

Better than your bitch would

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

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Good morning, welcome to the good life, this is how we chill

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

From hollywood to the hood

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

Even good times has it bad times, but my good time was good cuz you were good

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

But i just say that i'm good,

So i made him disappear for good

Call me a product of my own damn hood

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

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