This is a song about "Thugs killing"

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Where im from theres addicts, sluts, nd thugs

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

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

I don't give a fuck whether or not you hang with thugs

Hey your honor, is you kidding

My divine itching and shrine killing

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

Tellin em what you thugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Great steeple in place to rest thugs