This is a song about "Shooting thugs"

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Tellin em what you thugs

A shooting range with bullet limits

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

There is a light that shines

Shooting down moms and wives

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

All of you illiterate joe's are illegitimate thugs

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

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

What up girl, tell me how you been

Now of days people will be shooting,

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

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

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs