This is a song about "The goods"

The more battles the better the flows

And these shape-shifting hoes

From the bench to the ball

Just as you rose you will fall

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

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

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

You're the snow, i'm the sun

But girl you got me open

Top ranked, number one my son

Eyes poked out the the raven

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!