This is a song about "Good stamps"

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Aye, hold your head homie, look

That everythings fine, ok and good

But what would you do if you had food stamps and welfare?

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

But i guess its all good

Better than your bitch would

Or maybe i'm just too good

And we know that ain't no good

No hook, fuck a hook

Hook- good vibes, keepin it real with my good vibes,

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights