This is a song about "You thugs"

I don't give a fuck whether or not you hang with thugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Got thugs after me like the bloods,

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

Say you if you were to stuck up in the noon between the thugs,

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

I told her all about how we been living a lie

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry