This is a song about "Thugs and money"

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

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest

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

Tellin em what you thugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Young and dumb as hell, businesses i'm running well

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

European model white bitch is eating donuts