This is a song about "Gangsta pistol gun crip blood thug life"

Yeah you know i got that work

You thought you got thug life mastered.

Let it rain let it flood let a crip kill a blood

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Swearin', he can save memy stratagies official

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Telling me that life stinks, he craves a gun;

I feel it in my veins like blood ecstasy and life

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

Yeah, one time for the

He tries to be a gangsta,

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Catch, me chilling wielding the heney like pac on some thug-life shit