This is a song about "Too good"

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

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

My nigga, no hook

But i guess its all good

I still got haters

Too good for alligators

Pay dues like a hair salon

When life is too good to carry on

Or maybe i'm just too good

From hollywood to the hood

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you

Rollin you up like good weed, shit i'm just gloatin' too

No one knows what to say

Too good, i need a delay

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

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