This is a song about "Good"

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Im gonna rap to prove im good

You bull shit, look

What i do though for good

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

How did all them bastards get a good job, good life,

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

This information is vital, look

So i made him disappear for good

Cause these kids never learn of the good

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

And we know that ain't no good

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then