This is a song about "Thugs life"

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

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

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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

While i'm in the back talkin' to my other broad

‘cuz people still remember thugs killing tupac,

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

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

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

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

Good kids make bad grown ups

Tellin em what you thugs

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

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground