This is a song about "Thug cry"

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

And weezy's gonna drop tha carter 5, we alright, thug cry,

I never fit in with them light skins

When a thug cries and it only happens

My balls die for the thug life

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

Treated like dirt, living like a thug

We're young and we don't give a fuck

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

But with the thug life comes

Good kids make bad grown ups

Scenes make a grown man cry

Yeah, since i was a knee high

Got my spoon tucked, you know im a thug

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck