This is a song about "Good will"

Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

I'm still bustin jewels, everything good

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

And that will average out to about one good hour's sleep

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

That everythings fine, ok and good

Call me a product of my own damn hood

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

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

From hollywood to the hood

And we know that ain't no good