This is a song about "Gangs and thugs"

The ol' mc's used to be thugs and niggas, who knew what life was all about//

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

We bone em like thugs n harmony nash em and go

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

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

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

All of you illiterate joe's are illegitimate thugs

Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks