This is a song about "Goods"

A line after line printed fluently, grammar stupidly, horrendous, still

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

Workin' in the local blocks, sellin' goods n' sweets, for money for studio time//

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Quick masterly thieves purloining precious goods

And that i should probably just drink more goods,

Epic, they used to feed me detours