This is a song about "Tech is too good"

Aye, hold your head homie, look

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

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

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

Too good for alligators

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

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

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

What you want me to say

Too good, i need a delay

Pay dues like a hair salon

When life is too good to carry on

And now that i’m getting money

420 your too funny, good? more like crummy,

Cause when i make this stew

All i can say is fuck you too