This is a song about "Momma raised a thug"

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Your like young thug you a lonely stoner/

Find a way to escape this insaneness, momma always said

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Momma was getting a new raise.

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Momma told him all that money will make you a fool

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

When a thug cries and it only happens

Who was just there for the grub, the subs, the hugs n to be called a thug

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck