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

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Gangsta life,i got too much bitches to kill

Smack yo ass with a pistol,

Ok just listen up a little

It ain't about black or white cause we human

Crip on the run, nipsey hustle on the gun

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

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

My balls die for the thug life

I was told i wasn’t about the thug life

Destined to win, get respect where i live

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

Im a mix between a blood and a crip