This is a song about "Goods"

Quick masterly thieves purloining precious goods

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

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

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

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

Epic, they used to feed me detours

And that i should probably just drink more goods,

I've been prosecuted for terror because my minds sick and ill/

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