This is a song about "Money and thugs"

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

Amen, they say you only live once

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this shit real

Rappin' real, and because i got thugs, i'm packing steel,

Open guts and close em shut, bringing harmony by showing bones of thugs

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

Hustle for money and making livings

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

They blast for me and i don't roll with no atheist

I got money mind and money on my wrist