This is a song about "Thug hugs only"

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Treated like dirt, living like a thug

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

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

I was told i wasn’t about the thug life

Your not a thug but your a bitch

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

Look, they gon love me for my ambition

Seduced by vision of thug livin'

And the hugs from behind

For that paper, i'mma grind

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

When a thug cries and it only happens

I said my lesson was learned but i continue to thug

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk