This is a song about "Thugs and money"

Hustle for money and making livings

You can hear it in my lyrics

But most times darling the sequel sucks

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

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

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

"money and blood don't mix

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

Separate us, from what jay brought