This is a song about "Drug for a thug"

You say you trappin and you never even sold a drug,

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Your like young thug you a lonely stoner/

While you starin' over your shoulder

A drug doing , no good for nothing. young age fucking.

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

Growen up to be a drug doing , no good for nothing , young age

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Who was just there for the grub, the subs, the hugs n to be called a thug

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

When it comes to these rhymes i'm a lyrical thug i'm so sick i couldn't be cured by a miracle drug

Everybody grab your gats and hold ‘em, load ‘em, sock ‘em, lock ‘em, cock ‘em and aim it up

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade