This is a song about "Having gangs and thugs"

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

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

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Open guts and close em shut, bringing harmony by showing bones of thugs

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

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

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

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

I ain't got time to swag nigga this is monumental

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

We bone em like thugs n harmony nash em and go

You see the devil is alive but he work slow