This is a song about "Thugs life"

Say you if you were to stuck up in the noon between the thugs,

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

All of you illiterate joe's are illegitimate thugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

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

Probably die getting some head

Hence thugs have become the number one threat

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

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out

The ol' mc's used to be thugs and niggas, who knew what life was all about//

Another time for the thugs that need love

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous