This is a song about "Cali thug"

Heard you gotta be a thug

Pop-pop, hit a mini mug

Puttin all those cali and new york jobs on my wishlist,

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Got my spoon tucked, you know im a thug

We all just victims of that thug life

Rollin' down the four o five

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Treated like dirt, living like a thug

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Some niggas ain't got no luck

Like im some sorta thug

They say your name for attention

Strictly cali bud that's no confession