This is a song about "Drugs theft muder thugs"

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

Could become somethin’ great, but would rather beat thugs,

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

And got her room number, you can find me there

Hence thugs have become the number one threat

So if i do call it's just a check

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

Do i condone it or is this some kind of small talk

‘cuz people still remember thugs killing tupac,

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

I am the grand in grand theft auto street

Translation cause my life is too sweet