This is a song about "Good"

But i guess its all good

No hook, fuck a hook

Cause these kids never learn of the good

Aye, hold your head homie, look

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

I was born with a good fate and a good beginning

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Im gonna rap to prove im good

Or maybe i'm just too good

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Allow me to explain. i'm back for good

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck