This is a song about "Im good"

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

That couldnt spare a buck good luck succeeding cause im still leading. i own

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

I know that im good but i wanna be better than the rest

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Im good your a bunch of baboons.

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

My heart start to smolder and soul start get colder, i realise im no good,

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

Im good thats understood, i blow up like chernobyl.

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

My family good my friends and im alright

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Im rockin out to nirvana, smokin down on some good shit