This is a song about "War between thugs"

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

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

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

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

‘cuz people still remember thugs killing tupac,

If you thought it, it better be what you want

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

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

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

While these thugs outside let the chamber push,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Great steeple in place to rest thugs