This is a song about "Drugs rugs thugs"

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

All of you illiterate joe's are illegitimate thugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Bonding over our love for drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Addicted, no the fuck way not to drugs, but adapting to these rhyming thugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Great steeple in place to rest thugs