This is a song about "Being 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",

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

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

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

When a thug cries and it only happens

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

Got my spoon tucked, you know im a thug

What we gotta do to survive

Still living the thug life

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Things couldn't get any clearer, the thug got nearer and nearer,

You're uncool like my mother kin

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

The drugs, claiming you a thug but yall just performing

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin