This is a song about "Fat thug"

I love you though i'll still fuck

Like im some sorta thug

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Your like young thug you a lonely stoner/

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

You thought you got thug life mastered.

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

When a thug cries and it only happens

Spent a long time coming up this road

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck