This is a song about "Thug ife"

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

When a thug cries and it only happens

My shirt, purple label my shirt

You thought you got thug life mastered.

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

Now you know i'm no thug but i been through a bit

I'm everything that they call nice

My balls die for the thug life

Thinks he's a mad thug stacking a stash of crack drugs

European model white bitch is eating donuts

Good kids make bad grown ups

But with the thug life comes

Me and my lil' thug gotta it from the mud

Man up girl nigga, i don't give a fuck