This is a song about "Wannabe thug"

We're not just some fake wannabe, made by society/

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Cause you a wannabe thug who'll do anything for a gun license

But with the thug life comes

Good kids make bad grown ups

Victims of that thug life

I just shake dice

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

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Take her back to where i live

Still living the thug life

Bring the battering ram where you live

We all just victims of that thug life

Try me, battle me. crybaby, wannabe.

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see