This is a song about "Thug robbery"

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

I need a backyard full court size

My balls die for the thug life

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

The drugs, claiming you a thug but yall just performing

Becoming someone you don't recognize

We all just victims of that thug life

Like im some sorta thug

Say you don’t do what

Acting like its a mystery i wanna win the lottery of robbery

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Victims of that thug life

I just shake dice