This is a song about "Thug fancy"

Like im some sorta thug

So i ain't giving a fuck

Yeah you know i got that work

You thought you got thug life mastered.

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

We all just victims of that thug life

Still living the thug life

Ma want me to go find a wife

Victims of that thug life

I need a backyard full court size

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

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

I ain't got fancy clothes, cars, mansions, or j's on my feet,

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep