This is a song about "Good somke"

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

I was born with a good fate and a good beginning

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

But i guess its all good

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

Outdo a retard despite when dressed good.

Aye, hold your head homie, look

So i made him disappear for good

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

"no malcolm, you're just too damn good"

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good

Getting money, duckin' haters, nigga i ain't loafin' bitch

No good without a blade and no good outside a ditch

From hollywood to the hood

What i do though for good