This is a song about "Give up the gangsta life"

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

Wanted to go towards the light, stop, give up the fight,

Put up to act gangsta, i’ve still experienced cuts,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Hold up, give me a second i got the poops

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Shouldn't give up and be burned in the house and claim

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Its just the beginning ...i won't give up

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

I give up, high five it up, put the glock to my head, dead

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Never give up never face the facts