This is a song about "Good"

So i made him disappear for good

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Lobsters and shrimp im good

Better than your bitch would

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

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

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

Good morning, welcome to the good life, this is how we chill

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

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

I'm still bustin jewels, everything good

But i guess its all good

From hollywood to the hood

My nigga, no hook

And we know that ain't no good