This is a song about "Weed bitches and thugs"

Open guts and close em shut, bringing harmony by showing bones of thugs

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

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

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

See these little thugs grew up and thought there infinite potential,

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

We bone em like thugs n harmony nash em and go

The revolution will proceed

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks