This is a song about "Being a thug"

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

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

Pop-pop, hit a mini mug

Heard you gotta be a thug

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Little gate, little fence - i climbed over

Your like young thug you a lonely stoner/

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Never a thug i just didn't play with rocks

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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

I believed in a higher being.

I just got one request, stop breathing