This is a song about "Thug lif"

What we gotta do to survive

Victims of that thug life

I am my inspiration

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

When a thug cries and it only happens

I was told i wasn’t about the thug life

Destined to win, get respect where i live

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

Before a nigga signed i had a healthier liver

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

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

And we ride rotten, 2 choppers found dirty sirens