This is a song about "Good"

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

Allow me to explain. i'm back for good

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Outdo a retard despite when dressed good.

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

Cause these kids never learn of the good

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

But i just say that i'm 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

Lobsters and shrimp im good

From hollywood to the hood

But i guess its all good

You bull shit, look