This is a song about "Homies weed life thugs"

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Tellin em what you thugs

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

Only real niggas stay on top

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Homies could get they dividends

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

Thought life was dull but weed made it bright instead

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Hence thugs have become the number one threat

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame