This is a song about "They re pirate thugs"

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

I start over, and re-write my rappin urges, but they still treat it like a shit//

While these thugs outside let the chamber push,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

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

Amen, they say you only live once

Great steeple in place to rest thugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

Tellin em what you thugs

Lil prps like 3 digits

Re-directed de-ci-sions

Hence thugs have become the number one threat

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head