This is a song about "Fake thug"

You thought you got thug life mastered.

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

They fasting they won't leave me ate

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Like im some sorta thug

They just don't give a fuck

Your not a thug but your a bitch

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

You got 3 votes by fake

See my hands start to shake

Got my spoon tucked, you know im a thug

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Ur love was always fake

Victims of that thug life

Hop in and let me test drive