This is a song about "Being aginst thugs"

Great steeple in place to rest thugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

I don't give a fuck whether or not you hang with thugs

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

And i put that on my name

100 miles and running, wale, catch dubs

Got thugs after me like the bloods,

While these thugs outside let the chamber push,

I flash smiles at the mean looks

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

All of you illiterate joe's are illegitimate thugs