This is a song about "My goons"

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

And he, what's his name, earl

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Just remember i said it, by the end of november

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

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

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

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

My shirt, purple label my shirt

The concept is so absurd

And bijies like im out and

My streaks my testament.