This is a song about "We re pirate thugs"

Good kids make bad grown ups

Tellin em what you thugs

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

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

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

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

Shorty i'm a dog don't handle no broad

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

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

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

Candy niggaz re-see's we see ur peanut butter

You see, this is for the g's and the keys, motherfucker

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

We bone em like thugs n harmony nash em and go

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window