This is a song about "Hood thug crips"

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Heard you gotta be a thug

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Forget it i'm done with being a so called "thug",

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

But now your under a hood

This information is vital, look

Picture me lettin this chump survive

We all just victims of that thug life

Take her back to where i live

My balls die for the thug life

Lobsters and shrimp im good

I'm chillin' in this hood

What, what ... project shit what

Like im some sorta thug