This is a song about "Young thug"

Young money, d-town's all star

How simple they are

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Like im some sorta thug

Bitches is artificially duck

This is how she want to live

My balls die for the thug life

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

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Never a thug i just didn't play with rocks

Heard you gotta be a thug

What, what ... project shit what

When a thug cries and it only happens

Look this the joint that could get me the spins