This is a song about "Good"

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

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

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

I'm still bustin jewels, everything good

Or maybe i'm just too good

This information is vital, look

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

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

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

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look