This is a song about "Money and thug life"

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

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

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Rip to my dad and my cuz,im just a very polite thug,

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

When a thug cries and it only happens

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Stop bragging about money and just live life thankfully.

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

And your shit is glass thug and you never outside

Me and my lil' thug gotta it from the mud

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

Catch, me chilling wielding the heney like pac on some thug-life shit

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this