This is a song about "Bugatti and thug life"

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

'cause you use in the lab thug, use a pen and pad rug

It was just another party

Blaze past you in my bugatti

Knowing you can no longer party

Rolling in my bugatti

Send her back saying "thug life" like im pac and im out

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions

Victims of that thug life

Before we see it's hard to live

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Me and my lil' thug gotta it from the mud

It's not making sense to you right now but