This is a song about "Fake thug"

Still living the thug life

Ma want me to go find a wife

Good kids make bad grown ups

But with the thug life comes

Heard you gotta be a thug

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

You can think i'm a fake,

If i should die before i wake

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

I said my lesson was learned but i continue to thug

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Confusing what was real and fake;.

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Treated like dirt, living like a thug

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck