This is a song about "My goons"

We are a bung of goons,

High as shit, i’m in a booth

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Down in dallas at the all-star game

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

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

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

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

My streaks my testament.

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

I’m tryna be low key

These my rhymes and my story