This is a song about "Thug lige"

Always wanted a piece of the pie, now it’s sliced right

And your shit is glass thug and you never outside

Before we see it's hard to live

My balls die for the thug life

Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning

The drugs, claiming you a thug but yall just performing

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

I was told i wasn’t about the thug life

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

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

Now you know i'm no thug but i been through a bit

The real muscle in the message of that

Say you don’t do what

Heard you gotta be a thug