This is a song about "Thugs"

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

All of you illiterate joe's are illegitimate thugs

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

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

Cow print t-shirt like mothafucking dog

Floor seats at that wizards game

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

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

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

I need a backyard full court size

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,