This is a song about "Goods"

Quick masterly thieves purloining precious goods

Epic, they used to feed me detours

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

And that i should probably just drink more goods,

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

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

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

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

I got the skill, i got that will to fufill, and make them haters go still

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