This is a song about "Good ryhmes"

No forgive him for your own good

Better than your bitch would

So i made him disappear for good

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

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

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

I'm still bustin jewels, everything good

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

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

Aye, hold your head homie, look

But i just say that i'm good,