This is a song about "Goods"

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

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

And that i should probably just drink more goods,

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Quick masterly thieves purloining precious goods

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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

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

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

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods