This is a song about "Having gangs and thugs"

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Gotta understand the truth. we is all king's 'round here

Rappin' real, and because i got thugs, i'm packing steel,

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

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

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

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

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

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

We bone em like thugs n harmony nash em and go

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Me and kweli come together like two pieces of metal

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