This is a song about "Good"

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

I got 800 invisible men

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

So i made him disappear for good

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

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Outdo a retard despite when dressed good.

Aye, hold your head homie, look

No forgive him for your own good

Better than your bitch would

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

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

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Cause these kids never learn of the good