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

Smack yo ass with a pistol,

Yea it look official

I feel it in my veins like blood ecstasy and life

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

I sip the def ale with all the fly women

Crip on the run, nipsey hustle on the gun

Im a mix between a blood and a crip

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

He tries to be a gangsta,

My all gold rolly or the

They say that karats help your vision

Telling me that life stinks, he craves a gun;

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Send her back saying "thug life" like im pac and im out

Old school in my blood like a thug with a slug draped in mud drugs ina mug,

I'm fuckin witchu but i love them bitches you know i'm gettin more cut than nip tuck