This is a song about "Having gangs and thugs"

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

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

If i don't make that man there dance

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts