This is a song about "Loving a thug"

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

The drugs, claiming you a thug but yall just performing

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Tryna be a thug and i aint gotta bust metals

I'm curious jorge, fuck what dem whores say

I'm a real thug,you can call me jay

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Cause you a wannabe thug who'll do anything for a gun license

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Craves a loving family, a dad happily married,

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

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

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow