This is a song about "Thug love"

My balls die for the thug life

Hop in and let me test drive

Catch you up on places i've been

Seduced by vision of thug livin'

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

When a thug cries and it only happens

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

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

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Heard you gotta be a thug

But with the thug life comes

Where you welcome to problems

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

I said my lesson was learned but i continue to thug