This is a song about "Goods"

Quick masterly thieves purloining precious goods

Epic, they used to feed me detours

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

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

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

Beware your existence im a villian i know your feelin this dont sqeal lil

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//

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

And that i should probably just drink more goods,