This is a song about "Goods"

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Quick masterly thieves purloining precious goods

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

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

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

And that i should probably just drink more goods,

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

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

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//

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods