This is a song about "Diss young thug"

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Your like young thug you a lonely stoner/

Don't realize this is a diss

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

This is how she want to live

Victims of that thug life

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

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

I said my lesson was learned but i continue to thug

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

To my unborn child

Don't diss albert einstein mind.

Like im some sorta thug

I know you're mad, but so what