This is a song about "Young thugs"

‘cuz people still remember thugs killing tupac,

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to 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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Pg bitches love me like i'm tcb band polo bitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

While these thugs outside let the chamber push,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours