This is a song about "Young thug fake"

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Fake young snitches that call us up

Bad bitches never loved them though

You as fake as fake needs to know.

Got my spoon tucked, you know im a thug

What, what ... project shit what

But with the thug life comes

Lately been writing poems

Ma want me to go find a wife

Victims of that thug life

You thought you got thug life mastered.

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

We all just victims of that thug life

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

All you niggas dead , dead fake

They fasting they won't leave me ate