This is a song about "Goods"

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Quick masterly thieves purloining precious goods

Sulking crying cuz i will kill even you bill even if you got a top block that can chill

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

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

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

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

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

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//