This is a song about "The goods"

I can only imagine

The bigger the the fun

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Eyes poked out the the raven

I told him get his 9 and run

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

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

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air