This is a song about "Goods"

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

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

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

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

Its ironic #hypno fell asleep, this was a #dissed #illation- can u beat me still?

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

Quick masterly thieves purloining precious goods

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

And that i should probably just drink more goods,

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

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods