This is a song about "Bone thugs and harmony"

To live through harmony and love that's all they wanted to succeed

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

Gonna bone that widow and make that widow mine

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux