This is a song about "Good reutation"

But don’t make this seem like i’m good

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Im gonna rap to prove im good

Better than your bitch would

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

That everythings fine, ok and good

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

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

Aye, hold your head homie, look

So sad to say, but it's all good

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

I was born with a good fate and a good beginning

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring