This is a song about "Thug life baby"

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

Treated like dirt, living like a thug

Take her back to where i live

Victims of that thug life

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

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

I truly need you, baby you're the light in my life.

His life too risky for a baby or a wife

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

I used to have a nine to five

Still living the thug life

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

We all just victims of that thug life