This is a song about "Fake thug"

When a thug cries and it only happens

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

My talent should take me places i've never been

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

I just shake dice

Still living the thug life

Heard you gotta be a thug

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

That's why i never claimed i was the best

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

My balls die for the thug life

Right flows down and they might go nice

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Your not a thug but your a bitch