This is a song about "Thug life and niggas"

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

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

Still living the thug life

Rollin' down the four o five

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

When a thug cries and it only happens

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

I got a tattoo saying thug life, all i need now is a gold chain,

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

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

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

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingohh look in the mirror

Victims of that thug life

I just shake dice