This is a song about "Thugs and killas"

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

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

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

We bone em like thugs n harmony nash em and go

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Great steeple in place to rest thugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Where im from theres addicts, sluts, nd thugs