This is a song about "Good"

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

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good

So i made him disappear for good

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

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

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

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

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

But i just say that i'm good,

Showed your lil' ass look

But i guess its all good

My nigga, no hook

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh