This is a song about "Gangs and thugs"

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Tellin em what you thugs

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

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

Imma best sell this shit at some thugs, and check out my tongue//

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Open guts and close em shut, bringing harmony by showing bones of thugs