This is a song about "Homies weed life thugs"

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

I like rollin' with friends

Homies could get they dividends

Great steeple in place to rest thugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

While these thugs outside let the chamber push,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

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

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

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

Could become somethin’ great, but would rather beat thugs,