This is a song about "Bugatti and thug life"

Tryna be a thug and i aint gotta bust metals

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

Inferior, but i'm nice

My balls die for the thug life

When a thug cries and it only happens

It's moe, all i need is more chips

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life

And weezy's gonna drop tha carter 5, we alright, thug cry,

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

But with the thug life comes

Good kids make bad grown ups

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

Diamonds blind the lens and camera men on the stakeout

Still living the thug life

... club, we'll be actin' real nice