This is a song about "Bad life drugs"

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

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

People tellin u i condemn u to a bad life

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Normally talk about, snorting drugs

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

No money, power, or drugs,

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Been bad all my life, i was raised in the hood

Ill live my life great nothin bad was ever really destined,

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

I write about times in my life when shit goes bad

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that