This is a song about "You are not a thug"

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

But you are not a g so you can't stop cos you never started

Back to lex luger, you are not a crip tonight,

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight

The drugs, claiming you a thug but yall just performing

Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

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

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

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

You ain't a thug just a crushed bug on my windshield on the road to fame,

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

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

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness