This is a song about "You thugs"

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

‘cuz people still remember thugs killing tupac,

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Great steeple in place to rest thugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

All of you illiterate joe's are illegitimate thugs

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

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

Good kids make bad grown ups

Tellin em what you thugs

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

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby