This is a song about "Your no good"

But they sold jello in the paint

No more good byes just hey's i'm saved

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Don't understand why skin color determines if your good

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

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Your raps are good, this isn't a complaint

The picture, wont be good, change your gesture

Boy got dollars, pounds or whatever

Just stay smartkeep your mind on your bank roll

It's good, i'm about to steal your soul

Im good your a bunch of baboons.

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

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