This is a song about "Good rap"

What i do though for good

Showed your lil' ass look

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

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

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Here's my account, son, of why i rap so good,

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

You are pretty good to rap, cuz you have a fucking big gap.

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

That everythings fine, ok and good

Or maybe i'm just too good

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Yeah i know you think you're good, but in reality you can't rap.

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that