This is a song about "Drugs and thugs"

And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

My ghetto’s full of tough brainless thugs who taking drugs,

We bone em like thugs n harmony nash em and go

Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow

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

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Open guts and close em shut, bringing harmony by showing bones of thugs

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks