This is a song about "Thug shine"

Go by own lines, gettin my own shine.

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

I shine bright like sun rays

Seriously just look at me i shine

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

To shine in the public

So drop the slam and let's get sick

What we gotta do to survive

Victims of that thug life

Got my spoon tucked, you know im a thug

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Until we could see each other shine

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine