This is a song about "Thugs and killas"

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

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

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

We bone em like thugs n harmony nash em and go

I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

And keep my account the same way…fuck outta here

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

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose