This is a song about "Bone thugs n harmony"

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Where im from theres addicts, sluts, nd thugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

But we're all human, so we should be living in harmony

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Together nobody, but total harmony between her heart and thee

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

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

Bone her, cause she said i could bone it as a bonus,

That scary love, never get married love

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,