This is a song about "Being a thug"

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Got my spoon tucked, you know im a thug

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Forget it i'm done with being a so called "thug",

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

She was the queen of the club

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Tryna be a thug and i aint gotta bust metals

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

Just lay your head on my shoulder

Your like young thug you a lonely stoner/