This is a song about "Having gangs and thugs"

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

Im jus sitting and having a perk

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

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

She said it really dont matter if its real though

We bone em like thugs n harmony nash em and go

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

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

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

And notice that no ones having ya protected,

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

Smoking so much weed and im having a beer/