This is a song about "Good"

Outdo a retard despite when dressed good.

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

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

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

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Aye, hold your head homie, look

What i do though for good

Or maybe i'm just too good

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

We was loonie i suppose, you could

No forgive him for your own good