This is a song about "Being aginst thugs"

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Say you if you were to stuck up in the noon between the thugs,

While young thugs still running away from the cops

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

All of you illiterate joe's are illegitimate thugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Hence thugs have become the number one threat

Is not far from white girls with big bread