This is a song about "Momma raised a thug"

Treated like dirt, living like a thug

I love you though i'll still fuck

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Momma was getting a new raise.

My momma is a witness to my greatness

And i ain't never plan to be famous

Your not a thug but your a bitch

Trying to give them light and a message

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

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

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

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

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck