This is a song about "Was that good"

That everythings fine, ok and good

Aye, hold your head homie, look

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Blowin on good, shits going so good i'm starting to think i was chosen

Now im so good that you might obey.

Foreplay rewardin' her on her long day

To get good from that, unimaginable,

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

You tell me 'one strike,' well, good thing i was never good at math.

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class