This is a song about "Fake thug"

Early adapters agree they all late

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Say you don’t do what

Heard you gotta be a thug

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

My talent should take me places i've never been

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Treated like dirt, living like a thug

Turning to ground zero

You as fake as fake needs to know.

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

We all just victims of that thug life

Way too much right here is at stake

Ur love was always fake

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug