This is a song about "Good"

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

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

I'm still bustin jewels, everything good

I was born with a good fate and a good beginning

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

No good without a blade and no good outside a ditch

From hollywood to the hood

I make female rappers look good

Call me a product of my own damn hood

So i made him disappear for good

But i guess its all good

Better than your bitch would

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Im gonna rap to prove im good