This is a song about "Down on the goon"

My prada lows, for the most part it's only nike

Ridin down the highway on a friday

Yeah, i got philippe chow flow

You can keep it on the down low

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

Come to the toor yard and my goon a give ya

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

Got my j's on my feet as i'm walking down the street

I'm looking down on the atmosphere

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

I set the bowl of cereal down on the table and turn on the television

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Alone on my journey down the road where the fork is placed

You can pick the next room

I'm a tiny pants goon