This is a song about "Bailey is a thug"

Got my spoon tucked, you know im a thug

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

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

Tryna be a thug and i aint gotta bust metals

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

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

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

Your like young thug you a lonely stoner/

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Thinks he's a mad thug stacking a stash of crack drugs

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

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

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