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

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

A thug on drugs, a gangsta, load the chambers, it's rodney king,

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

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

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

My balls die for the thug life

Yea it look official

Smack yo ass with a pistol,

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

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

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Racism stands tall with his smoking gun, a child's life stolen

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

We all just victims of that thug life