This is a song about "Goods"

And that i should probably just drink more goods,

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

Because i'm weary of seeing all these rappers spitting on records with no skill

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

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

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

Quick masterly thieves purloining precious goods

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

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