This is a song about "Thug lyf"

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

You thought you got thug life mastered.

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

I said my lesson was learned but i continue to thug

And your shit is glass thug and you never outside

And how you make the darkness seem so bright

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

I was told i wasn’t about the thug life

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Treated like dirt, living like a thug

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

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

Got my spoon tucked, you know im a thug

Pop-pop, hit a mini mug

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

The drugs, claiming you a thug but yall just performing