This is a song about "Thug life in the ghetto"

I just shake dice

Victims of that thug life

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Our unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors

Meanwhile in the ghetto the blood leaked from hanging rugs,

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

Good kids make bad grown ups

But with the thug life comes

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

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

Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Where they find me, 16 on death row

Yo i lived a life in the ghetto