This is a song about "Love for a thug"

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

Heard you gotta be a thug

Show a level of love for it

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

I'm a knight your a serf, hows that for courtly love.

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

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

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

A thug on drugs, a gangsta, load the chambers, it's rodney king,

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

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

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

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

They say i talk like im god body

Why you don't feel a little love for me