This is a song about "My thug life"

My mom is a thug, she'll fuck you up

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

But with the thug life comes

Lately been writing poems

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

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

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

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

You ain't a thug just a crushed bug on my windshield on the road to fame,

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

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

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Victims of that thug life

Take the walk of my life

You make a nigga sing songs nice