This is a song about "You think you re good"

You wanna judge me for my lyrics, but you´re not me,

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Escaping all of you racists, re-shaping this occupation... nigga

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

Re-write till my words perfectly are what you recite,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I know that you think you're good at rapping and funny,

Masterbigt, you think your good, get it out of your head,

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

You think your shits good but you ain't heard nothing from my neighbourhood.

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Even good times has it bad times, but my good time was good cuz you were good

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Do you think i should quit rapping, and fucking stick to good merits?