This is a song about "Good"

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

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

That everythings fine, ok and good

So i made him disappear for good

This information is vital, look

Hook- good vibes, keepin it real with my good vibes,

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

We're young and we don't give a fuck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

My nigga, no hook

What i do though for good

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

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

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book