This is a song about "Your good"

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

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

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Your raps are good, this isn't a complaint

Acting like you’re so hood, but your raps are no good,

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Your moms pussy was so good we didn't get passed the lobby,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

But good always come out on your heart then you'll be peaceful.

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Im good your a bunch of baboons.

Your mom walks in and says good morning

I was born to do the damn thing

Don't fuck with me, its for your own good

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look