This is a song about "Thug lyf"

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Your like young thug you a lonely stoner/

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

I said my lesson was learned but i continue to thug

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Me and my lil' thug gotta it from the mud

Say you don’t do what

Heard you gotta be a thug

Before we see it's hard to live

I was told i wasn’t about the thug life

Things couldn't get any clearer, the thug got nearer and nearer,

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight

And your shit is glass thug and you never outside