This is a song about "Kool thug"

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Picture me lettin this chump survive

My balls die for the thug life

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

You live life fuck bitches get the mula too kids don't do drugs just stay kool

When a thug cries and it only happens

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

Your life is a product of trash

Uh ha, you know what

Like im some sorta thug

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Heard you gotta be a thug

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Seduced by vision of thug livin'