This is a song about "Good"

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

From hollywood to the hood

We will never die, we are forever alive

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

Aye, hold your head homie, look

But i guess its all good

So i made him disappear for good

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

Im gonna rap to prove im good

This information is vital, look

Allow me to explain. i'm back for good

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Or maybe i'm just too good

No hook, fuck a hook