This is a song about "My goons"

My streaks my testament.

Clap two times if you drunk

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

And still got my nike boots

We are a bung of goons,

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

Watch outwell now they all say that vultures or parasites

My ambitious girl, i won't forget you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

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

I don't trust no one

Grab my knife and my gun