This is a song about "Falling victim to the thug life"

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

The top, never falling down, no gravity, so rap to me

While them bitches always gossip, she busy going shopping

Every time i try to succeed i'm falling

And get on down with this thc vision

Till i fire up on the victim

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

You ain't a thug just a crushed bug on my windshield on the road to fame,

Good kids make bad grown ups

But with the thug life comes

Victims of that thug life

And when i start to rise

To kill the next motherfucking thug stepping on turf,

Yea, dc boy today i'm out the stadium with dollars

You thought you got thug life mastered.

The wrong drink, the right work