This is a song about "Thug blood money"

Shout out bobby on hundreds

"money and blood don't mix

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Your like young thug you a lonely stoner/

Victims of that thug life

Take her back to where i live

Heard you gotta be a thug

What, what ... project shit what

Full up to fuck with blood,

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

On that hard white, i’ll tell you what them scars like

And your shit is glass thug and you never outside

Still living the thug life

Rollin' down the four o five