This is a song about "Thugs drugs"

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

Great steeple in place to rest thugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

‘cuz people still remember thugs killing tupac,

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

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

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Could become somethin’ great, but would rather beat thugs,

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

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs