This is a song about "Being a ex thug"

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

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

I want diamonds too, ronnie on player's club

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

Im moving on from ex , but i get jealous , am i a hypocrite?

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

Never a thug i just didn't play with rocks

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

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters