This is a song about "Street thug"

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

When a thug cries and it only happens

But i'm not worried

Now we all in the street

Like im some sorta thug

A twenty somethin cup

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Leave you severed across the street

Scream like nightmares from a street

I keep my money neat

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Victims of that thug life

Take her back to where i live

Your like young thug you a lonely stoner/

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her