This is a song about "My goons"

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

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

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

I dont love you im just confused

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

My god is my saviour he is my protector,

And he, what's his name, earl

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

That is my wish, my fantasy.