This is a song about "Good"

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

I see the devil grinning, as if he winning

I was born with a good fate and a good beginning

But i just say that i'm good,

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

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

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Outdo a retard despite when dressed good.

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

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

No forgive him for your own good

We was loonie i suppose, you could

And we know that ain't no good

My nigga, no hook