This is a song about "Im a thug"

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

Got my spoon tucked, you know im a thug

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

You think you a thug with your shady esk rhymes

You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Thinks he's a mad thug stacking a stash of crack drugs

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Like im some sorta thug

I love you though i'll still fuck

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

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

Send her back saying "thug life" like im pac and im out

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd