This is a song about "Good partys"

No good without a blade and no good outside a ditch

But i'mma cut through the line to get outta this bitch

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

No forgive him for your own good

I’m something like a fetus, i'm not quite kidding

I was born with a good fate and a good beginning

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

This information is vital, look

And we know that ain't no good

Better than your bitch would

From hollywood to the hood

So i made him disappear for good

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

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look