This is a song about "Thugs and killas"

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

All of you illiterate joe's are illegitimate thugs

I don't ever fear nothing, i'm forever here

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

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

We bone em like thugs n harmony nash em and go

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

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.