This is a song about "Hoes drugs gangsta thugpac"

I ain't a gangsta and i don't pretend to be

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Gangsta life,i got too much bitches to kill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Cause that muthafucker is the definition of gangsta

Good kids make bad grown ups

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Gangsta rap and the days of the trash junkies,

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes