This is a song about "Thug homo trying be a real nigga"

Quit trying to be somebody's boss and just be a leader,

Whether watching for the feds or avoiding the grim reaper

And i ain't trina be no thug like i said im just caught up in a mess

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Tryna be a thug and i aint gotta bust metals

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

Real nigga with a nose ring, that's right

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

If real shit is dead then nigga i'm a bastard

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work

Yo, birth of a real nigga,

My all gold rolly or the

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Who was just there for the grub, the subs, the hugs n to be called a thug