This is a song about "Good"

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

But don’t make this seem like i’m good

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

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

That everythings fine, ok and good

Aye, hold your head homie, look

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

No forgive him for your own good

We was loonie i suppose, you could

So sad to say, but it's all good

From hollywood to the hood

Outdo a retard despite when dressed good.

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

Call me a product of my own damn hood