This is a song about "Thug shitt"

Victims of that thug life

I need a backyard full court size

Forget it i'm done with being a so called "thug",

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Rollin' down the four o five

Still living the thug life

When a thug cries and it only happens

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

I said my lesson was learned but i continue to thug

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Your like young thug you a lonely stoner/

Were they click it and vent shitt tha same way i click it and pen it

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute