This is a song about "You are a thug"

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

My mom is a thug, she'll fuck you up

Thinks he's a mad thug stacking a stash of crack drugs

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Heard you gotta be a thug

I know you're mad, but so what

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

Treated like dirt, living like a thug

I'm a real thug,you can call me jay

Ha, okparty people doin' what i say

I'm lights out pull the plug you should feel me like a thug

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

To have have said he was a thug and a gang member/

The drugs, claiming you a thug but yall just performing

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin