This is a song about "Boring thugs"

I'm up early in tha morning

Bitch please your rhymes are boring

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

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

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

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

All of you illiterate joe's are illegitimate thugs

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

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Tellin em what you thugs

Unlike you, i'm not diurnal, that's too boring

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

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

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups