This is a song about "Thug unit"

So here i am at the store for some chips

When a thug cries and it only happens

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

It was evil, there was peace in the streets, a breathing unit,

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

Your not a thug but your a bitch

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

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

Where you welcome to problems

But with the thug life comes

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

Victims of that thug life

This is how she want to live