This is a song about "Thuggin it"

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

So go and ride it, roll it up and ignite it

What is it? it is nothing,

I'm doing the same thing

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

* thuggin ah inherited but no not through the marriages

Cause you can live it, live it, live it,

You don't mean that, you faggot

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Practice makes perfect, rappad makes it worth it,

Twists it, turns it, beats it, burns it, tortures us in silence

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Could be applied to this shit

Stop it, drop it, because i shot it.