This is a song about "Loving a thug"

The drugs, claiming you a thug but yall just performing

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Are you afraid of a thug? you're not man enough

Got my spoon tucked, you know im a thug

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

So she loving me, got a house up vagas,(where it ought

I'm clearly in a different tax bracket now, dog

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

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

Freestyle turn you to a homie. call me strange but not loving

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Tryna be a thug and i aint gotta bust metals

Treated like dirt, living like a thug

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup