This is a song about "Life on the dole"

Brought the game back to life on a 2pac track/

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

It's burning slow, even though life on the streets kinda cold

'cuz my life is a car with no hands on the wheel,

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

When i rap its like my life is on the wire

I am only a fighter, in the form of a writer

My life is on the line every time i rhyme

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

The purpose of my life ain't kicking pebbles on the pavement

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

All he wanted was the fame and good life to carry on

The snitch on the block be running for his life

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries