This is a song about "Beary g"

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

You niggas be ballin, but can't ball on me, like a g

I'm a grade a o g

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

They say i talk like im god body

You under me what's your color g?

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

Fuck fame, fuck money

Trying to be a cool g

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Now that am no longer b i g

Could i make you my baby

But they can't do nothing to a g/

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Trying hard to speak and