This is a song about "Drugs theft muder thugs"

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

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

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

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

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

I am the grand in grand theft auto street

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Great steeple in place to rest thugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Why we gotta argue

Grand theft auto: vice city too

Good kids make bad grown ups

Tellin em what you thugs