This is a song about "Thugs killing"

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

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

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

All of you illiterate joe's are illegitimate thugs

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Got thugs after me like the bloods,

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Hence thugs have become the number one threat

My divine itching and shrine killing

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring