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

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

Victims of that thug life

Inferior, but i'm nice

Still living the thug life

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

I was told i wasn’t about the thug life

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

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

I try to tell them i'm one of the

He turned into your everyday gangsta

Who experienced the real life, and knew what thug life was all about//

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

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

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers