This is a song about "Thugs"

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

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

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

While young thugs still running away from the cops

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

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

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

Tellin em what you thugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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