This is a song about "Thug money"

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

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

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

I was told i wasn’t about the thug life

Music is money, money isn't music

Y'all similes is literal shit

Treated like dirt, living like a thug

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Lead us not into temptation

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Seduced by vision of thug livin'

All wale talking is ambition

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Never a thug i just didn't play with rocks