This is a song about "My goons"

Hundred running they ain't finna slow down never

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

My talent should take me places i've never been

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

My own unknown is my enemy,

Bring your whole goons of dudes

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones