This is a song about "500 g"

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

But apparently its talent g,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But they can't do nothing to a g/

I was wondering maybe

We call each other homie g,

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

But they can't do nothing to a g/

G-unit would make of it!

10th grade, eyes red as shit

I came up hungry

I'm a grade a o g

But ion show no love g

Now i can draw your face up pretty