This is a song about "You thugs"

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high

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

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

If you thought it, it better be what you want

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

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

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

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

I flash smiles at the mean looks

While these thugs outside let the chamber push,