This is a song about "Thugs"

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Shorty i'm a dog don't handle no broad

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Great steeple in place to rest thugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

European model white bitch is eating donuts

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

100 miles and running, wale, catch dubs

Got thugs after me like the bloods,

While these thugs outside let the chamber push,

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours