This is a song about "Fake thugs"

What you call hate

You can think i'm a fake,

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

Amen, they say you only live once

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

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Got thugs after me like the bloods,

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Another time for the thugs that need love

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus