This is a song about "Love for a thug"

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

To have have said he was a thug and a gang member/

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

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

Heard you gotta be a thug

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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

My balls die for the thug life

We hustle to survive

Listen to every word that i slur

Your like young thug you a lonely stoner/