This is a song about "Thugs and killas"

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

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

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

All of you illiterate joe's are illegitimate thugs

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

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

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Where im from theres addicts, sluts, nd thugs