This is a song about "Life of television"

Ma want me to go find a wife

Victims of that thug life

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

In the prime of my life

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

The television deceiving, altering the message you receiving

We can rearrange, be more selective, instead of television,

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

Bitch, they call it motor city

"could of cost your life b"

See me on the television set, warrants everywhere

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Like my life seems fine and full of life

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

We all just victims of that thug life