This is a song about "Thugs drugs"

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Where im from theres addicts, sluts, nd thugs

Amen, they say you only live once

Good kids make bad grown ups

No money, power, or drugs,

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

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

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

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs