This is a song about "The goods"

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

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

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

I put these poems all in these songs

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

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods