This is a song about "Good vubes"

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

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good

We was loonie i suppose, you could

That everythings fine, ok and good

Aye, hold your head homie, look

From hollywood to the hood

I make female rappers look good

No forgive him for your own good

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Allow me to explain. i'm back for good

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

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

So i made him disappear for good

But i guess its all good

You bull shit, look