This is a song about "Bein a thug"

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

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Just lay your head on my shoulder

Your like young thug you a lonely stoner/

What we gotta do to survive

Felt like i was bein' cut by a knife

I'm triumphant like trumpets, yall bein played like a fiddle,

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

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

Tryna be a thug and i aint gotta bust metals

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

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