This is a song about "Drugs rugs thugs"

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

Because never had one, dream of chains and persian rugs,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

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

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

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

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

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

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Where im from theres addicts, sluts, nd thugs

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

Fuck you niggas, but this ain't raw dog