This is a song about "Stolen goods"

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

I've been prosecuted for terror because my minds sick and ill/

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

Workin' in the local blocks, sellin' goods n' sweets, for money for studio time//

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

Some of you are lost and can't be found like the stolen jewels

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

On my twitter writing raps, at the same damn time

Your stolen words go on deaf ears like a cryin mime

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods