This is a song about "Thug lyf"

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness

Are you afraid of a thug? you're not man enough

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Never a thug i just didn't play with rocks

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

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

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

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

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

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

So i ain't giving a fuck

Treated like dirt, living like a thug

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Me and my lil' thug gotta it from the mud

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

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer