This is a song about "Drugs theft muder thugs"

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Tellin em what you thugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Your friends say, why we not together yet

Hence thugs have become the number one threat

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

Everybody put three fingers in the air

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

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