This is a song about "Oscar the thug"

Me and my lil' thug gotta it from the mud

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

I was told i wasn’t about the thug life

To kill the next motherfucking thug stepping on turf,

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

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

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Catch, me chilling wielding the heney like pac on some thug-life shit

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Still living the thug life

Right flows down and they might go nice

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Heard you gotta be a thug