This is a song about "Thug"

Man but this ain't no sign language

Your not a thug but your a bitch

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

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

Like im some sorta thug

Without your love it's cold as fuck

My balls die for the thug life

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

When you ain't got no education

Victims of that thug life

And when i start to rise

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

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

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

Before a nigga signed i had a healthier liver