This is a song about "Thug love"

Treated like dirt, living like a thug

Some niggas ain't got no luck

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

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

Thinks he's a mad thug stacking a stash of crack drugs

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

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

Trying to give them light and a message

Your not a thug but your a bitch

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Your like young thug you a lonely stoner/