This is a song about "Good"

Cause these kids never learn of the good

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Allow me to explain. i'm back for good

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

We was loonie i suppose, you could

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

What i do though for good

You bull shit, look

No good without a blade and no good outside a ditch

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

Aye, hold your head homie, look

But i guess its all good

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

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