This is a song about "Goods"

Quick masterly thieves purloining precious goods

Epic, they used to feed me detours

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

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

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

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

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//

And that i should probably just drink more goods,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

How i seen my life being raised as good as a bad day yet i'm still

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