This is a song about "Bailey is a thug"

A thug on drugs, a gangsta, load the chambers, it's rodney king,

Child support ain't come, that faggot still ain't bought me anything

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

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

Rip to my dad and my cuz,im just a very polite thug,

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

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

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

The drugs, claiming you a thug but yall just performing

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

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

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

You only live once, tonight we do it twice

My mom is a thug, she'll fuck you up

What, what ... project shit what