This is a song about "My goons"

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

Roll with a tool so you know that i wreck goons,

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

See with a district columbia vision

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Chasing them checks, nike work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Grab my knife and my gun

And i am one of one