This is a song about "Future thugs"

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

‘cuz people still remember thugs killing tupac,

Turn 'em off! time to set it off, get you wet and soft

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

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

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

While these thugs outside let the chamber push,

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

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

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Where im from theres addicts, sluts, nd thugs