This is a song about "Jason wanna be a thug"

I know you're mad, but so what

Got my spoon tucked, you know im a thug

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

I don't wanna be a jerk, im just in a bad mood,

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

When a thug cries and it only happens

I wanna be a bigger better beat buster

Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and yc like my brother

Your like young thug you a lonely stoner/

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Now you rapping like you savage, you killer, hip-hop classic, pretend to be a thug,

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Tryna be a thug and i aint gotta bust metals