This is a song about "Thugs and bitches"

I'll take there homies,family and bitches

See these bitches can't cut in yo business

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

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

Can barely walk the city streets

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Little more weed, first class seats

And if you looka all the bitches...

Mind your motherfucking business

The ol' mc's used to be thugs and niggas, who knew what life was all about//

Dough ain't nothing to joke about, she open up when that dough come out

Rappin' real, and because i got thugs, i'm packing steel,

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

Destined to win, get respect where i live