This is a song about "Thug nasty"

But with the thug life comes

Lately been writing poems

And i don't think homes

And nasty remains and bones

I'm so disgusted by all these nasty cites

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Still living the thug life

Right flows down and they might go nice

Vial filled with... foul, nasty, filthy... vile bile,

Never can he mimic... maybe can admire

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Heard you gotta be a thug