This is a song about "Thug pear"

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

Nibblin' on ya ear, she love that teasin' stuff

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

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

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

Victims of that thug life

Sky high, iced out paradise

When a thug cries and it only happens

I never fit in with them light skins

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Got my spoon tucked, you know im a thug

And the streets is getting colder

Your like young thug you a lonely stoner/

The wrong drink, the right work

You thought you got thug life mastered.