This is a song about "Thug life gangsters"

Where maino at? in my new whip with the same old strap

Damn, you rap shit, crying gangsters, the type of ass that

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

There was rappers rapping about gangsters and their pasts

Little white gangsters, i'd call that phase ironic,

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

Inferior, but i'm nice

Still living the thug life

Victims of that thug life

I used to have a nine to five

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,

Lately been writing poems

But with the thug life comes