This is a song about "South street goons"

Yea we hard on the street

Me and my peeps often meet

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

It's like you grew up on drug street, from jump street

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

I came from the dirty south(that dirty south),

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

Wit my kin that i came in wit

And still got my nike boots

Bring your whole goons of dudes

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

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

We are a bung of goons,

Its cold as shit in this booth