This is a song about "War between thugs"

All of you illiterate joe's are illegitimate thugs

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

Trying to maintain in this war

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Well its between you and dad

While these thugs outside let the chamber push,

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

War between poorness and richness

I can teach you all the sounds of love

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

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

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux