This is a song about "Hood thug crips"

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Sky high, iced out paradise

Still living the thug life

Treated like dirt, living like a thug

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Hes got on some crips kicks

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work

You thought you got thug life mastered.

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

We all just victims of that thug life

Lately been writing poems

But with the thug life comes

Hit and miss these fake crips

3m's on my new balance