This is a song about "Im too good"

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

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

Make things good too. so many thing we could do.

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

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

Now im thinkin if im gone, then im gone for good

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

Now look, don't make a grown nigga beg that ain't fair bitch

I was never fake, i was just too good to be true

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Im overcautious, too many losses,

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

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

This information is vital, look

Or maybe i'm just too good