This is a song about "Weed bitches and thugs"

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

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Weed smoke, booze and violence

With some weed and a cup

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

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

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

We bone em like thugs n harmony nash em and go

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

The drug that they brain need

Started out with just alc and weed

Ohh baby i love the way you make a nigga feel

Rappin' real, and because i got thugs, i'm packing steel,