This is a song about "Thug lige"

Now you know i'm no thug but i been through a bit

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

I'm lights out pull the plug you should feel me like a thug

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Victims of that thug life

Sky high, iced out paradise

And that i spent the night with her

Your like young thug you a lonely stoner/

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Me and my lil' thug gotta it from the mud

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

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

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Got my spoon tucked, you know im a thug