This is a song about "Thug luge"

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

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

You're uncool like my mother kin

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

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Rollin' down the four o five

We all just victims of that thug life

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Me and my lil' thug gotta it from the mud

When a thug cries and it only happens

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Your like young thug you a lonely stoner/