This is a song about "Thug tuggin"

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

My mom is a thug, she'll fuck you up

Your not a thug but your a bitch

Uhh, so why ain't i go to college

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Your like young thug you a lonely stoner/

Lately been writing poems

But with the thug life comes

Seduced by vision of thug livin'

In a collision, i see their ambition

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

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

Ridin' with rats you niggas should be in glass slippers

Girls tuggin at my zipper as i paint these mental pictures

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

I'm lights out pull the plug you should feel me like a thug