This is a song about "Bailey is a thug"

That's too many problems, too late to think over

Your like young thug you a lonely stoner/

When a thug cries and it only happens

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Cause you a wannabe thug who'll do anything for a gun license

Forget it i'm done with being a so called "thug",

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

I'm lights out pull the plug you should feel me like a thug

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Microsoft kick back and show me some wrath/ this ain't no thug mansion this is a path/