This is a song about "Thug love"

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

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Things couldn't get any clearer, the thug got nearer and nearer,

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

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

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

Your not a thug but your a bitch

I know you're mad, but so what

Like im some sorta thug

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

I was told i wasn’t about the thug life