This is a song about "Fast thug"

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Treated like dirt, living like a thug

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

You thought you got thug life mastered.

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

I'm lights out pull the plug you should feel me like a thug

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

I just shake dice

Victims of that thug life

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

I said my lesson was learned but i continue to thug

When a thug cries and it only happens

So here i am at the store for some chips