This is a song about "Homo thugs"

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

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

Speed is what you lack, you can’t catch me no more, so shut the fuck up homo.

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

Kid finds it funny, just cause i'm a homo man

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

Pack your back,go home,get the fuck out homo

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

Hence thugs have become the number one threat

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

All of you illiterate joe's are illegitimate thugs

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

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

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