This is a song about "Im too good"

You fucking do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

I'm not too worried i'm just enjoying the good vibes

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

So you finally got the nerve

Too good for them haters

Im too rachet too rancid/ charles mansion/ unload with the gun bro

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

I'm not too good at this, ill just smoke some tree

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

When life is too good to carry on

That im addicted too,

It's really not an issue