This is a song about "Thugs"

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

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

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

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

Another time for the thugs that need love

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

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

European model white bitch is eating donuts

Where im from theres addicts, sluts, nd thugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,