This is a song about "Money and thugs"

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Turn money into diamonds and gold

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Fuck with a smile single file she'll bust nuff styles

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Tellin em what you thugs

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

We bone em like thugs n harmony nash em and go

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

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

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame