This is a song about "Thug waffles"

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

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

When a thug cries and it only happens

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

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

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

Now you know i'm no thug but i been through a bit

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Heard you gotta be a thug

Bitches is artificially duck

You thought you got thug life mastered.

Too focused, one word

Rollin' down the four o five

Still living the thug life