This is a song about "Ima thug"

Young nigga with old spirit and ambition

Seduced by vision of thug livin'

When a thug cries and it only happens

So here i am at the store for some chips

And ima suffocate

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Baby ima have to confess,

Roll up niggas be like sex

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

You thought you got thug life mastered.

But with the thug life comes

Where you welcome to problems

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Double mg not to mention

So bitch we know ima win