This is a song about "Carl cizzle la thug police"

Still living the thug life

Right flows down and they might go nice

I drink underage, and scream fuck the police,

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Victims of that thug life

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

To this day as he roams the urban maze we call la

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

We're young and we don't give a fuck

Like im some sorta thug