This is a song about "Guns girls swag pistols life black drugs thug"

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Catch, me chilling wielding the heney like pac on some thug-life shit

You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

The capital punishment, the loud police sirens

Never was a thug just infatuated with guns

Victims of that thug life

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Hatred, drugs, hey no one can live there life sober

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Good kids make bad grown ups

But with the thug life comes

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

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

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

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