This is a song about "Goods"

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

Quick masterly thieves purloining precious goods

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

And that i should probably just drink more goods,

Epic, they used to feed me detours

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

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

Fuck splitting up a deal man i got my milli so i need to go and chill

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

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

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