This is a song about "Thugs and bitches"

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

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Got four underneath the old-school as well

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Arrogant when i finish

And i'll show you all type of bitches

We bone em like thugs n harmony nash em and go

Tmott pa palace flow, hugo boss new balance flow

Tellin em what you thugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

But now invisible cells around your brain

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame