This is a song about "Was that good"

In his body and face

It was good for the kid who stays,

And we know that ain't no good

My nigga, no hook

He told me that i was good enough to promote

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

Now im so good that you might obey.

I swear i'm coming back one day

Algiers cutoff section was poor, but mama's pay was good,

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

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