This is a song about "Good"

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

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

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Im gonna rap to prove im good

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

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

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

No forgive him for your own good

But i just say that i'm good,

Showed your lil' ass look

From hollywood to the hood

So sad to say, but it's all good