This is a song about "Thug life"

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

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

Are you afraid of a thug? you're not man enough

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

Like im some sorta thug

Pop-pop, hit a mini mug

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

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Thinks he's a mad thug stacking a stash of crack drugs

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

They vaguely decipher my language

Your not a thug but your a bitch

You thought you got thug life mastered.

30 chains on, bet the light work

I was told i wasn’t about the thug life

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive