This is a song about "Was that good"

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

But i just say that i'm good,

Good after that day haven't had a conversation

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

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

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

That you were never, any good for me, it was always my fault, i used to believe,

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

That was the last time, this is really good-bye/

He told me that i was good enough to promote

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

Yall just kept me on that good energy.

Let me rideuntil i get free

To get that good occupation

I’m smoother than alopecia skin