This is a song about "Thugs"

Another time for the thugs that need love

The long road to success is dangerous

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

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

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

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

While young thugs still running away from the cops

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

European model white bitch is eating donuts

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Tellin em what you thugs

Good kids make bad grown ups