This is a song about "Goods"

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//

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

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

And that i should probably just drink more goods,

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

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

Quick masterly thieves purloining precious goods

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

Isn't a right its more of a decision. haters like gators hating me till