This is a song about "Oscar the thug"

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

To kill the next motherfucking thug stepping on turf,

I'm just thinking from reefer keep on talking from liquor

Things couldn't get any clearer, the thug got nearer and nearer,

You ain't a thug just a crushed bug on my windshield on the road to fame,

I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin' game

Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

The drugs, claiming you a thug but yall just performing

Destinies fulfilled off the filling from the pillow talking

Me and my lil' thug gotta it from the mud

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Who experienced the real life, and knew what thug life was all about//

And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out

I don't really give a fuck

Like im some sorta thug