This is a song about "Thug life baby"

Forget it i'm done with being a so called "thug",

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

But with the thug life comes

Good kids make bad grown ups

I was told i wasn’t about the thug life

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Like im some sorta thug

I don't really give a fuck

Sky high, iced out paradise

My balls die for the thug life

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

Who experienced the real life, and knew what thug life was all about//

Yo i freestyle and fuck you niggas ya’ll be wilding and i’m out