This is a song about "Goon mops"

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Who can flood your thought with all the blood he mops

I'm a tiny pants goon

I need a little room

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

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

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Come to the toor yard and my goon a give ya

Won't run out anytime soon

A boy taken for a goon