This is a song about "Thug love"

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Never a thug i just didn't play with rocks

Your like young thug you a lonely stoner/

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Heard you gotta be a thug

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Like im some sorta thug

Victims of that thug life

Ma want me to go find a wife

But i ate the whole plate like a fat bitch dinner

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