This is a song about "Goon bag"

I go find it and cut it up and tie up the bag

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Surrounded by cowards who let the cats out of the bag?

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

And smoke wannabe emcess like a bag of cabbage

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Cuz im stackin the money i got a bag of that sunny

I'm a tiny pants goon

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

Self made coming soon

A boy taken for a goon

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Treated like a goon/ aint letting up nah aint gettin cuffed

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

Don't mean to brag, but i've got the future title in the bag/