This is a song about "You wanna be a thug"

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

You wanna be a god instead of a king,

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

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

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

You sound like a lazy wanna be activist throwing a fit

You think you a thug with your shady esk rhymes

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

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

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Okay man you do the drop

You wanna be an og,

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

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

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