This is a song about "The thug life"

Lately been writing poems

But with the thug life comes

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

Who was just there for the grub, the subs, the hugs n to be called a thug

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

Things couldn't get any clearer, the thug got nearer and nearer,

'cause you use in the lab thug, use a pen and pad rug

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

I was told i wasn’t about the thug life

As your family dies, and my family rise

Heard you gotta be a thug

Car with no limit what

My balls die for the thug life

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

Charlie's the name, undead's the life,

Take her back to where i live