This is a song about "Having gangs and thugs"

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Then hanging with fake friends and having laughs

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

See these little thugs grew up and thought there infinite potential,

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

Having my up and downs, it's in the genes, yes

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Smoking so much weed and im having a beer/

Y'all all passe, stuck up on last year

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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

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