This is a song about "You are a thug"

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Treated like dirt, living like a thug

Are you afraid of a thug? you're not man enough

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Cause you a wannabe thug who'll do anything for a gun license

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life

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

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

You think you a thug with your shady esk rhymes