This is a song about "Wannabe thug"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

We're not just some fake wannabe, made by society/

Try me, battle me. crybaby, wannabe.

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

But with the thug life comes

Good kids make bad grown ups

I said my lesson was learned but i continue to thug

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

And smoke wannabe emcess like a bag of cabbage

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

Your not a thug but your a bitch

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Just another wannabe sucker waiting to get snuffed

Not king james, these were coke kings

When a thug cries and it only happens