This is a song about "Thuggin and hoopin"

Grab the scissors and saws and

This is something different

And kill yourself and your clique

More money that mean less sleep

Good kids make bad grown ups

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

When they here today what you say to them

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

Thug niggas, drug dealers, it's a trip

And some strawberries and some chocolate