This is a song about "Thug life"

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

My balls die for the thug life

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

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

I'm lights out pull the plug you should feel me like a thug

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

Right flows down and they might go nice

I was told i wasn’t about the thug life

Who experienced the real life, and knew what thug life was all about//

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

Girl listen, trying to position

Seduced by vision of thug livin'

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win