This is a song about "Thug life chose me nigga"

It was just fate cause it wasn't my time

Why i chose the life of a fein/

Still living the thug life

Inferior, but i'm nice

We all just victims of that thug life

I'm everything that they call nice

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

I'm lights out pull the plug you should feel me like a thug

Give me face like that nigga

Is written in our souls, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

To liberate yourselves, africa

I'm a real thug,you can call me jay

Nevermind i'm lyin she bumpin me all day

I never chose rap, i guess it chose me, im done with this bitch ass, he aint no mc.

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick