This is a song about "Having gangs and thugs"

And notice that no ones having ya protected,

All black everthing on some jigga shit

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

And when you're having trouble and feeling really down

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Im calming down and having a rage that i really fucking need

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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