This is a song about "I a real thug"

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

Who experienced the real life, and knew what thug life was all about//

When it comes to these rhymes i'm a lyrical thug i'm so sick i couldn't be cured by a miracle drug

That shits a mind fuck, they deserved it, yet i get called the cooky cluck, this is just my luck,

At night water flow to my eyes ill be a thug till i die

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

About some tyga beef shit

Can i get real for a split minute

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team.

Talking real grizzy,never seen a pistol nor hold one i make this real easy

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

I got a tattoo saying thug life, all i need now is a gold chain,

I know you're mad, but so what

Treated like dirt, living like a thug