This is a song about "Thugs and money and bitches"

A military mind mean money

Of bad bitches and good tree

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Open guts and close em shut, bringing harmony by showing bones of thugs

See these little thugs grew up and thought there infinite potential,

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

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

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

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

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

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,