This is a song about "Thug for life"

We all just victims of that thug life

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Still living the thug life

Take her back to where i live

Like your esophagus have you pleading for life

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Cause you a wannabe thug who'll do anything for a gun license

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Seeking a better cure for an obscure life

Keep me a bitch with some sexy thighs

My balls die for the thug life

She looks for money , i look for life

I need a backyard full court size

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that