This is a song about "A thugs life"

Ever since i was a little kid, i never truly ran with thugs,

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Tellin em what you thugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

The drug life, a hard life, no wife

Conversating on my life

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

Y’all giving thugs some guidance, it’s a sharp mentality,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

Seeking a better cure for an obscure life