This is a song about "Thugs"

Got thugs after me like the bloods,

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Another time for the thugs that need love

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Say you if you were to stuck up in the noon between the thugs,

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

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

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

I hate when thugs die, so i let out a smug cry,