This is a song about "Having gangs and thugs"

Fuck you niggas, but this ain't raw dog

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

I'm having dreams of his mother, taking her skin and displacing

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Thoughts of having babies and living together till we're eighty

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Like i wasn't going for like mix-tape of the year

Smoking so much weed and im having a beer/

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

Im jus sitting and having a perk

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

Smoking weed having drinks and those days never end

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks