This is a song about "You thugs"

Good kids make bad grown ups

Got thugs after me like the bloods,

How you rate music that thugs with nothing relate to it

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

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

Could become somethin’ great, but would rather beat thugs,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

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