This is a song about "Thug"

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

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

Pop-pop, hit a mini mug

Got my spoon tucked, you know im a thug

I was told i wasn’t about the thug life

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Victims of that thug life

But with the thug life comes

Good kids make bad grown ups

Thinks he's a mad thug stacking a stash of crack drugs

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

My shirt, purple label my shirt

You thought you got thug life mastered.

Treated like dirt, living like a thug

She said i'm ready to fuck