This is a song about "Thug mansion"

We all just victims of that thug life

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Staying an addict like the top of a mansion

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

It's at this big country mansion just down the block,

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Still living the thug life

Sky high, iced out paradise

But with the thug life comes

Lately been writing poems

That shit was wack as fuck

Heard you gotta be a thug