This is a song about "Thugs"

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

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

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

I'm clearly in a different tax bracket now, dog

‘cuz people still remember thugs killing tupac,

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Tellin em what you thugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Great steeple in place to rest thugs

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

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