This is a song about "We thugs"

All of you illiterate joe's are illegitimate thugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Black jesus!searchin for black jesus

Another time for the thugs that need love

They be on that water here, put a couple in the air

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Epic, they used to feed me detours

While these thugs outside let the chamber push,

Great steeple in place to rest thugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Where im from theres addicts, sluts, nd thugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks