This is a song about "Diss young thug"

You thought you got thug life mastered.

Yeah you know i got that work

Young thug, sell nugs, like you trynna run the game right?

And just for that, i'mma blow 25 tonight

So it's nothing to finish

Spit a poem or a diss

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

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

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

When a thug cries and it only happens

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

She called me fantastic, i called her a fat bitch

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

This boa, what's your motivation