This is a song about "Thugs life"

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

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

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

Addicted, no the fuck way not to drugs, but adapting to these rhyming thugs

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

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

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

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

European model white bitch is eating donuts

Another time for the thugs that need love

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice