This is a song about "Kool thug"

Now you know i'm no thug but i been through a bit

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

And we'll keep goin' back to kool herc, turntables and mic

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

I fucking hate this job

Like dj kool i clear my throat

I know you're mad, but so what

Like im some sorta thug

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

Drink the kool-aid out of the elephant tusk,

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

Treated like dirt, living like a thug

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck