This is a song about "Thugs thugga"

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

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

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

Good kids make bad grown ups

Tellin em what you thugs

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

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

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

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.