This is a song about "Goods"

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

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Quick masterly thieves purloining precious goods

And that i should probably just drink more goods,

Epic, they used to feed me detours

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

Isn't a right its more of a decision. haters like gators hating me till

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

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

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime