This is a song about "Good"

Aye, hold your head homie, look

So i made him disappear for good

I was born with a good fate and a good beginning

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

I'm still bustin jewels, everything good

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

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

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

Even good times has it bad times, but my good time was good cuz you were good

No forgive him for your own good

Call me a product of my own damn hood

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck