This is a song about "My goons"

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

If its not couture, i will not go to her

And he, what's his name, earl

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

For setting up traps

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

We are a bung of goons,

High as shit, i’m in a booth

But that aint me , got goons on the block death row they seek

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

My fliest days and my plummets... my random flaws in abundance,