This is a song about "Goon mops"

And her smile lit up the room

A boy taken for a goon

I'm not moving like a cartoon

I'm a tiny pants goon

Come to the toor yard and my goon a give ya

Used to call me the african don dada

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

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

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

Who can flood your thought with all the blood he mops