This is a song about "Thugs and bitches"

Good kids make bad grown ups

Tellin em what you thugs

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

I'll take there homies,family and bitches

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Of bad bitches and good tree

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

And even if i'm broke, dog

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

That shoebox shit, over with

And i'll show you all type of bitches

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

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,