This is a song about "Hood thug crips"

But with the thug life comes

Good kids make bad grown ups

And when i start to rise

Victims of that thug life

I love you though i'll still fuck

Treated like dirt, living like a thug

Hit and miss these fake crips

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Still living the thug life

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

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

That's not my hustle if i did i probably, would've made empty them clips from the crips

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Like im some sorta thug