This is a song about "Good"

From hollywood to the hood

Im gonna rap to prove im good

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

Allow me to explain. i'm back for good

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

Cause these kids never learn of the good

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good

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

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

So i made him disappear for good

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

Or maybe i'm just too good

My nigga, no hook