This is a song about "Bone thugs in harmony"

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

Music that y'all condone

And one bitch who bad to the bone

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

Going so hard like bone marrow

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Great steeple in place to rest thugs