This is a song about "Good"

Cause these kids never learn of the good

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Allow me to explain. i'm back for good

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Outdo a retard despite when dressed good.

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

We was loonie i suppose, you could

I was born with a good fate and a good beginning

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

That everythings fine, ok and good

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Hook- good vibes, keepin it real with my good vibes,

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

Or maybe i'm just too good

No hook, fuck a hook