This is a song about "My goons"

Switch swag on you little dick fags

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

And he, what's his name, earl

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

But let me be 100, see monogamy's redundant

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Roll with a tool so you know that i wreck goons,

I still got my nike boots

We are a bung of goons,

Ahh, me so horny

These my rhymes and my story