This is a song about "Homies weed life thugs"

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Runnin from the system , soon it'll catch up/ my life with the homies/ down for

Good kids make bad grown ups

Tellin em what you thugs

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Thought life was dull but weed made it bright instead

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

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