This is a song about "Thug snowman"

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

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

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

Got my spoon tucked, you know im a thug

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

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

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Me and my lil' thug gotta it from the mud

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

So bitch watch your mouth, and wash them dishes after dinner

Things couldn't get any clearer, the thug got nearer and nearer,

Still living the thug life

Before we see it's hard to live