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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

I pray to god that he saves me from the life that i chose

We all just victims of that thug life

Picture me lettin this chump survive

Bitch you should see my wallet

This life i have i didn’t chose it

I was gonna write you a poem today

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

Good kids make bad grown ups

But with the thug life comes

Anyways, in a family of 4 he chose me

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

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,

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

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup