This is a song about "Thugs and geeks"

Great steeple in place to rest thugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

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

We bone em like thugs n harmony nash em and go

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

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

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Body bad as hell, her vagina is heaven

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