This is a song about "Thugs and money"

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Take my bus and bust down money

Young money like drake and nicki

What them tippers don't see

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

We bone em like thugs n harmony nash em and go

Good kids make bad grown ups

Tellin em what you thugs

"money and blood don't mix

And now your best friend's having kids

European model white bitch is eating donuts

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out

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

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop