This is a song about "My goons"

My cash effected, my brain insane,

They calling me the hottest in the game

Bring your whole goons of dudes

I still got my nike boots

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Fuck that now trying get the money

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

These my rhymes and my story

God mc oh my god you gotta see