This is a song about "Thug shit"

Victims of that thug life

Sky high, iced out paradise

Your like young thug you a lonely stoner/

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Who was just there for the grub, the subs, the hugs n to be called a thug

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

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

European model white bitch is eating donuts

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

Girl, i put in that work

You thought you got thug life mastered.

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

I compliment you with your conversation