This is a song about "Thugs and bitches"

Open guts and close em shut, bringing harmony by showing bones of thugs

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Of bad bitches and good tree

This is like riding through the city

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

All that ass in your jeans

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

If you thought it, it better be what you want

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

Imma best sell this shit at some thugs, and check out my tongue//

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

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

Aight elite for real one take dawg and i'm up outta here