This is a song about "Goods"

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

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

Quick masterly thieves purloining precious goods

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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

Epic, they used to feed me detours

And that i should probably just drink more goods,

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

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

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//