This is a song about "Thugs thugga"

I flash smiles at the mean looks

While these thugs outside let the chamber push,

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Got thugs after me like the bloods,

Wale and we are not the same

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

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

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

True thugs, guzzle mugs, jugs, mean mugs, no hugs,

European model white bitch is eating donuts

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Where im from theres addicts, sluts, nd thugs