This is a song about "Being a ex thug"

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

But my ex is so gay i think he bought a purse

Just to go to liv on a sunday

I'm a real thug,you can call me jay

When a thug cries and it only happens

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

And your girl's cousins tryna get her other options

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

Who was just there for the grub, the subs, the hugs n to be called a thug

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Got my spoon tucked, you know im a thug

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

Now you rapping like you savage, you killer, hip-hop classic, pretend to be a thug,

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

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