This is a song about "Thugs love"

I hate when thugs die, so i let out a smug cry,

Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

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

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

European model white bitch is eating donuts

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Tellin em what you thugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Where im from theres addicts, sluts, nd thugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks