This is a song about "Thug life and niggas"

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

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

And your shit is glass thug and you never outside

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

Me and my lil' thug gotta it from the mud

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

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

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

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

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Tryna be a thug and i aint gotta bust metals