This is a song about "Bone thugs and harmony"

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

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Open guts and close em shut, bringing harmony by showing bones of thugs

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Yea, dc boy today i'm out the stadium with dollars

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

Rappin' real, and because i got thugs, i'm packing steel,

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone