This is a song about "Drugs rugs thugs"

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

Great steeple in place to rest thugs

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

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

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

All of you illiterate joe's are illegitimate thugs

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

Hence thugs have become the number one threat

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

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