This is a song about "Boring thugs"

Great steeple in place to rest thugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Hence thugs have become the number one threat

While these thugs outside let the chamber push,

Epic, they used to feed me detours

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

While spitting all these boring one liners

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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

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

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

And getting money is the song i sing