This is a song about "You g thug"

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

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

Young thug, sell nugs, like you trynna run the game right?

My conscious only knew whats half tight

Then some lady named billie holiday

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

My shirt, purple label my shirt

You thought you got thug life mastered.

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

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

You under me what's your color g?

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

You think you a thug with your shady esk rhymes

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

If disagree then piss on me but you're the epiphany you little g

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see