This is a song about "Having gangs and thugs"

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

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

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

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

European model white bitch is eating donuts

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

No whats real is having people talking through lies and deceit

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

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

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

Smoking weed having drinks and those days never end