This is a song about "Thugs life"

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

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

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

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

All of you illiterate joe's are illegitimate thugs