This is a song about "Drugs thugs"

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

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

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

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

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

‘cuz people still remember thugs killing tupac,

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame