This is a song about "Future thugs"

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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

All of you illiterate joe's are illegitimate thugs

Do we plan for our future

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

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

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Nothing for the future

‘cuz people still remember thugs killing tupac,

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

Thinking about my future

Sneaker may come sooner

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs