This is a song about "Homies weed life thugs"

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Great steeple in place to rest thugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

But this weed make me feel like my life will begin at my end.

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement