This is a song about "Thug drug"

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

A twenty somethin cup

Got my spoon tucked, you know im a thug

I said my lesson was learned but i continue to thug

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

That i'm better than any kinda drug

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

But i dont care i spill my heart on tracks,and for my daughter id give up my last drop of blood

When it comes to these rhymes i'm a lyrical thug i'm so sick i couldn't be cured by a miracle drug

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

Randy don't always talk about money and drug

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

That i'm better than any kinda drug

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck