This is a song about "Good"

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

And we know that ain't no good

Showed your lil' ass look

But i guess its all good

No forgive him for your own good

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Aye, hold your head homie, look

What i do though for good

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

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

Cause these kids never learn of the good

Lobsters and shrimp im good

No hook, fuck a hook

Or maybe i'm just too good

Better than your bitch would