This is a song about "Thug lifer"

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Your like young thug you a lonely stoner/

When a thug cries and it only happens

I never fit in with them light skins

And weezy's gonna drop tha carter 5, we alright, thug cry,

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

You thought you got thug life mastered.

Red bottoms with the spike work

Who was just there for the grub, the subs, the hugs n to be called a thug

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

I’m a rapper now and a g for lifer.

I’m the king of rock, there is none higher

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Your not a thug but your a bitch