This is a song about "Momma raised a thug"

Love will have you stuck

Heard you gotta be a thug

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

Got my spoon tucked, you know im a thug

When a thug cries and it only happens

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

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

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

Get a one-dollar raised and thinks i can’t handle it,

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Treated like dirt, living like a thug

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

My momma is a witness to my greatness