This is a song about "Guns girls swag pistols life black drugs thug"

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Old school in my blood like a thug with a slug draped in mud drugs ina mug,

Good kids make bad grown ups

But with the thug life comes

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

Victims of that thug life

I need a backyard full court size

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

European model white bitch is eating donuts

Thinks he's a mad thug stacking a stash of crack drugs

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Catch, me chilling wielding the heney like pac on some thug-life shit