This is a song about "Fake thug"

When a thug cries and it only happens

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

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

You as fake as fake needs to know.

I'm rolling down the window

Confusing what was real and fake;.

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

Heard you gotta be a thug

They just don't give a fuck

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

But with the thug life comes

Good kids make bad grown ups

Ur love was always fake

Low income no bills getting paid