This is a song about "Thug"

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

We all just victims of that thug life

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

And your shit is glass thug and you never outside

Now you know i'm no thug but i been through a bit

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Your not a thug but your a bitch

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

I'm lights out pull the plug you should feel me like a thug

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

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Like im some sorta thug

I know you're mad, but so what

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options