This is a song about "Homies and thugs"

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

Only real niggas stay on top

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

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

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

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Been chillin with my homies and we smokin good,

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

Now me and my homies got the keys to the nation