This is a song about "Thug inch"

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

To not have a fuckin three hundred and sixty inch dick

So check the verse miss. i ain't say i'm perfect

I was depressed , not one inch of happiness left.

Slice your scalp open with a five inch knife

But i was more self concerned with the broads in life

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Swimming in the women, hitting boppers with a ten-inch dick

Victims of that thug life

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

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

Like im some sorta thug

We're young and we don't give a fuck

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

Treated like dirt, living like a thug