This is a song about "Thug lyfe"

But with the thug life comes

Good kids make bad grown ups

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

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

When a thug cries and it only happens

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

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

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker

This is how she want to live

We all just victims of that thug life

Like im some sorta thug

She said i'm ready to fuck