This is a song about "Sad thug"

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

When i was mad, you thought i was sad

I need a backyard full court size

Victims of that thug life

Snapple fact: you rather wack

But now everthings just sad

While you starin' over your shoulder

Your like young thug you a lonely stoner/

She michael jackson bad

Do just feeling a little sad

I love you though i'll still fuck

Got my spoon tucked, you know im a thug

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

When you lie like that, its really sad

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that