This is a song about "Good nught"

Cause these kids never learn of the good

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Aye, hold your head homie, look

No forgive him for your own good

I'm still bustin jewels, everything good

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Im gonna rap to prove im good

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

This information is vital, look

From hollywood to the hood

Or maybe i'm just too good

So sad to say, but it's all good

Call me a product of my own damn hood