This is a song about "Thug fancy"

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

Treated like dirt, living like a thug

I know you're mad, but so what

Where you welcome to problems

But with the thug life comes

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

They say i don't never smile

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

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

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

I need a backyard full court size

Still living the thug life

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick