This is a song about "Dissin young thug"

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Instead to get the respect your dissin your own hood

Still living the thug life

I need a backyard full court size

I used to have a nine to five

Victims of that thug life

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Treated like dirt, living like a thug

And i love your mind and ambition

Don't let me catch you dissin'

I'm through dissin ja rule

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

But with the thug life comes

Where you welcome to problems