This is a song about "Thug cry"

But with the thug life comes

Good kids make bad grown ups

Heard you gotta be a thug

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

When i held you i used to cry

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

That got your mother high

You face made blind children cry

This boa, what's your motivation

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

And then i break down and cry

So y'all niggas can fly