This is a song about "London thug"

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

I'm lights out pull the plug you should feel me like a thug

Still living the thug life

What we gotta do to survive

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

My balls die for the thug life

Where you welcome to problems

But with the thug life comes

No worries tommorow we gone send em out to london

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Your not a thug but your a bitch

Yeah, we get this cabbage

When you ain't got no education

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions