This is a song about "My goons"

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

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

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

Just to go to liv on a sunday

That is my wish, my fantasy.

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

Bring your whole goons of dudes

Still got my nike boots

My god is my saviour he is my protector,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her