This is a song about "Thug life and niggas"

And your shit is glass thug and you never outside

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

Picture me lettin this chump survive

My balls die for the thug life

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

I was told i wasn’t about the thug life

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

Every nigga prolly' hate, tell them niggas get a life

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

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

My niggas fly niggas, this is jet life

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

And weezy's gonna drop tha carter 5, we alright, thug cry,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Tryna be a thug and i aint gotta bust metals