This is a song about "My goons"

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

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

My god is my saviour he is my protector,

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

And he, what's his name, earl

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Now if you give us a chance

My shirt, purple label my shirt

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

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

If i ever bleed dmv you can hear it when i speak

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

"contemplate", i wrote about her