This is a song about "Goat fridge gang"

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Grillin shit out of the fridge and we don't know how old,

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

I have taken raps goat title

I'm mental, it's instrumental

How this dude try n duel with the goat

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

Grillin shit out of the fridge and we don't know how old,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

The fresh goat more like a fresh joke

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

Worshiping goat headed deities and breath in,

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

And your hoping that he's focused to stay on the right road

Used to ride on a goat, now i'm living in a moat