This is a song about "Jace good"

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

And we know that ain't no good

Aye, hold your head homie, look

That everythings fine, ok and good

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

Cause these kids never learn of the good

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

But i guess its all good

From hollywood to the hood

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

You only live once, tonight we do it twice