This is a song about "Good vampires"

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

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

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

I'm still bustin jewels, everything good

Aye, hold your head homie, look

But i guess its all good

We was loonie i suppose, you could

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

Better than your bitch would

No forgive him for your own good

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

And we know that ain't no good

This information is vital, look

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

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